The Hunter

THE HUNTER

Casey Ash

silent small invisible, protected undetected

long tucked away in closets hung beside the coats whiskered friend sat beside me poised for the approach

silent small invisible, protected undetected

obscured were the tears restrained was the breath mute were the sobs these which stained my death

silent small invisible, protected undetected

bright heavens i then believed in twinkled, a light his bow and arrow perched to flight stinging through the night

“each winter will I return to you bright gemstone you can see safety I will bring you security indeed fret not in the brightness for in darkness you will see even light there is among it strong with consistency.”