The Hunt
September 27 | Posted by Wilson | Wilson's WritingsHere I am once more, I’m unarmed and alone but ready to confront.
It’s that time again, the battle, the fight, the start of the hunt.
My prey so elusive and fleeting, evades me at every single turn.
I keep getting closer and closer, yet each time I get spurned.
Without either hope or end in sight, on and on I shall persist.
Then I catch a glimpse and grasp hold, yet the beast it will resist.
After a long and hard pursuit, my prize I just want to reap.
When the hunter captures his prey, the ever elusive ‘sleep’!!!
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