tiny rock rolls from hidden crest
eyes searching subject of interest
calculating wind breeze, distance,
elevation, tempearture, contact
four unblinking eyes has agreed
decision is made; due release
black tip zipping 2.5 times sound
touch softness of breathe exploded
silence envelopes valley and heaven
quick footsteps scramble to haven
long night journey to destination
what happen is only job description
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