Inserted into barely known terrain,
Followed closely by skilled elite,
Through shine, wind, snow or heavy rain.
Scarcely given time to rest,
Only darkest night a brief relief,
Physically and mentally pushed relentlessly.
Tracking and anti and counter tracking,
A battle of wits and fitness between hunter and hunted,
Distinction impossible to determine.
Woodland, grassland, urban, desert,
Following the spoor endlessly.
Sometimes near, sometimes far,
Will to succeed strong in both,
Pride and reputation at stake.
Neither can lose but one must.
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Assorted poems of a MoonWolf
PoetrySimply a collection of my regularly written poems, varying in length, style and subject :) Cover provided by someone I haven't heard from in a while..
