Hunter

We are born to the siege of fire;
Raised on a battlefield;
Caught in the wire;
Victims of jungle law.

A wilderness where two forms exist:
Prey or predator.
In this confrontation,
There is but one aggressor.

A chameleon under heavy
camouflage;
Invisible as the air.
The vulture on a mission of espionage
Waiting patiently to strike.

Eagle eyes watch my every move,
Scanning for a weakness;
Wise as an owl,
It doesn’t have to guess.

Copyright © 1989 by Jim Ing