The Hunter Poem by Mark Boyle

An adventure unfolds
deep in the wood.
A child walks a track
were a tiger once stood.
Track down the game.
Consider it caught.
A net and a gun
on my back.
Just for sport.
A noise in the grass
it leaps in the air.
Caught by surprise
sprung unaware.
The child's pop gun falls.
The net goes astray.
The tabby cat strikes.
The hunter runs away.