Tall Grass

He lays his head in the tall grass
Light trickles down from a pink sky
Soon the night will come
He will have to return
But now he can enjoy the afternoon
A cool wind prickles his skin
Goosebumps rise
Stretching up
Tightening his body
Relaxing his soul
A sound from the brush nearby stirs him
The time has come at last
Rising to his knees
He stays hidden
A deer stops running
It lowers its head and eats
The tall grass
He raises his gaze
The deer eats
He knocks
The deer stills
He raises his weapon
The deer raises its head
The two lock eyes
He asks
The deer relents
Its life is given
The hunter lowers his weapon
And smiles

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