Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

Long have I watched my prey, indoors, locked behind the glass. Each day it would walk before me, safe, arrogant enough to ignore me. Knowing attempt to be futile, no effort made, no progress gained. Then one day the door is left open, and the trapped is loose, Free to hunt in earnest. But desire is lost and fear replaces instinct in the wild. The prey, surprised that the game is not engaged, turns to look Comes closer, pounces, and destroys. And the hunter becomes the hunted.


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