The Hunt

Chest tight
Hot on the heels
Of the prize

Elusive and unguarded
Leaving only tracks
Broken leaves or marked trees

The scent and sight of a dream
As much a sight
From the hunter’s belly

The nose for achievement
Bridging the distance
Of it in sight

And caught
To savour and hold
And make us whole.

By J.W.H Hobbs

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