The Hunt.....
Iwrote this peice after my first bow hunt….to me that day was sacred.
Feel the steady clam of the forest around you.Hear the birds call out,looking for a companion.Let this feeling embrace you as you relaize you are in mother natures True Presence..I feel the calmness around me as a come upon a clearing..A patch of life that show a bounty like no other…the body of a mature buck. I slowly make my way twoards him with my bow,stopping every time he looks for a disturbance.As I make my way twoards him He looks at me and I stare back,I feel as if I see him for his soul,slowly I raise my bow and pull back,This movement does not bother him,almost as if he knows it is fate.I listen to world around me,just before I release the arrow,the world seemed to hush,as if caught in a trance.Swift as ever,the arrow traveled straight and true.Plunging into the deer’s heart.I waited until he fell.As his spirit traveled to the Happy Hunting ground,I prayed to the great Spirit.Thanking him for this plentiful bounty and Amazing hunt..
tracyxkeema
i wouldn’t be into hunting myself but you’ve described this very well x