Hunters shadow
There is a shadow darting under the trees.
His leather moccasins fit his feet perfectly,he never makes a sound...
He is sly as a fox,light as a feather, fast as a panther but quiet as air.
He jumps quickly over and under the fallen trees with ease,as is he is one with his surroundings.
These things make his lethal,these things make him a hunter...these things makes him the hunters shadow...
