For Father

Day of The Hunter

Cold numbs my legs
Yet I can't move to warm

Up before the lil angels
Sitting with the rooster
Leaving when Lord Twillight realm enters

Not a movement
Not a sound
Or Longer I wait

Perhaps missing a dream
Sitting and waiting
Beleiving everything is allright

The grunts erupt

Wait

Eyes move to the left
Searching for that dream
Focused
Repulsed excitment

The grunt erupts

Then my dream appears
Out of thin air

Questions

Calculations

Angles

More Questions

So many tasks
Little time

And they say hunting is easy.


M. Theslum

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Sarapin, in the year 291 AF.