A Poet Hunts Poem by Chris Embrick

What challenge to be bewildered
To prowl the jungle of the mind
Fresh adrenaline for the unfamiliar
To hunt the future, leave the past behind
I've been the prey, now I'm the Tiger
More deadly now, that I'm no younger
Life has fine turned every fiber
The scent of knowledge drives my hunger
With patience peruse the unsuspecting
Those who come to safely drink
I leave the weak, the strong selecting
Only those who dare to think
I prowl the jungle full well knowing
I set the trap but with no violence
With fresh blood my pen is overflowing
Words speak loudly in the silence.