He rose early to rehearse his plan,
sharpen his tools,
visualize each move
and every necessary response.
After a long and exacting hunt
his careful positioning
and steady endurance paid off
As he paused now, his game leveled,
the trophy laid out before him,
he stepped back in triumphant pride.
Never noting the gleam in her eye,
the smile that played across her lips,
nor the snare now encircling his leg.
PAD 9: hunter/hunted an angled poem
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