The Hunter
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A poem about death.

The Hunter

It hunted the man.

Stalking him, for days,

months, years, decades.

Watching, waiting quietly.

The man didn’t see it.

But it saw the man.

Always. It was there.

Ready to ambush.

At any time.

Yet holding back.

Year after year.

Waiting, savoring its prey.

At long last it struck.

And the man is now gone.

Only the hunter remains.

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