Hunter

Eyes,

Two black pools of never-ending darkness,

Open to the shadowed world.

I can see every movement,

Every breath that clouds the sky,

Recycled air.

I am the hunter.

 

A thousand stars hang above,

Holding their breath,

As they wait.

They know what I am.

And they watch,

Greedily awaiting their chance to shine.

But I am the hunter.

And I know all.

I am the hunter,

And you are the prey.

Reviews

[DanaRegen]

im the reviewer and your the writer, nicely written, great poem :)

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Oooh I like it! Well written indeed. It is pensive and gives the feeling of a real hunter and animal.

Great job!

~Phoenix~