I creep through the creepers,
And tip-toe over cranky twigs
In light I’m green and brown,
Through the nights I’m as dark as can be
camouflaged perfectly well with what’s around
Its protocol, after all.. I’m hunting, its no child’s play..
Its not like waking up one day
And saying, "Hey, If I have 16 ice cubes and 5 lemons, how much lemonade can I pass around, in a day, while still keeping some for my Mid-night Mojito? So, lets say we have ‘z’ number of glasses, I’m ‘xx’, oh wait, my ‘xy’ can help.. ;) "
No, Hunting isn’t 2+life+2 , its about survival!
Its about hiding yourself in the darkness of herds and crowds
stealthily crawling up to your prey
knowing exactly when to flash forward,
sometimes there’s a chase, you sweat and bruise and trip even..
But you’re back on your feet in a split second
You lose focus?- you lose your hunt, you might become the hunt, your soul ripped away and shredded..
But if you’re lucky, the chase ends soon.. when you have you’re prey cornered
There, for a moment, right before a sharp point NAILS what you’ve been running after all this while
you see how you and the life in front of you have the same eyes,
The same serene look you get when you ‘give in’ to the laws of nature..
I’m telling you man, job hunting is serious stuff !