The Hunter's Delight

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The Hunter's Delight
Spread your threadbare wings, fearless child!
Don't be shy about the things you want.
The oceans, all in one,
are a mere teardropp of your eyes.
Instantaneously, layers of light filtered through the foliage formed by the trees atop.
When the wind blows, it precipitates the leaves, full of rain, to drop.
It is the hunter's delight:
Not so much the prey as the voyage of its quest,
the dread in the eyes beseeched at the concise moment of victory.
The magnificent display of physicality.
We require formidable skills.

Everyone has the appetite,
yet who will stomach it?
Let us commit ourselves to the relentless pursuit
of unconquerable grounds.
I escape every so often.
Perhaps it’s time to turn off the lights, lower our voices.
Learning to be quiet takes wisdom.
Wise to be like an open book
only to those who seek it.
Anxious times in which we live.

Be bold, fearless child!

It’s time to reminisce
on things to come.

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