The sky was dark
filled with twinkled stars-
the cloud which hide it's face
makes the moon blue;
over the dim forest.
footsteps of the hunter
rasps the ground
for its too quiet for noise-
the tracks must not be seen.
the strange human feelings
suspiciously dwell in him
it makes an hurdle
some old hunters believe
it has human spirit.
a specific style use
for his hunt.wires drawn as
a trap-'naked' he must be;
that makes no signal
appear like a spook-if dressed
the enemy would be notice
as agile as the rat
tiptoe toward the prey
ignited the gunpowder
positioned; click-Bow Bow
it's a tragic shot
a closer look makes it horrific
he bellowed the name out
- rushed home
his wife screamed as well
the arrival had nothing to change
neighbours,villagers clustered
outside its' hut;
he became dumbfounded-saying
there is spirit behind antelope.
