The beauty of nature,
People will never know.
If only they could see through my eyes though.
Soon the sun will set and the moon will show,
The only thing that indicates
It is my time to go.
My spirit calls out loud and clear
That the hunt is almost here.
I can feel my pack waiting for me
As I stalk between trees.
I see a deer very near
And finally the hunt is here.
He sees me and knows I'm here.
The signs of fear are very clear.
He runs through the trees,
I lose him at last
The fail of the hunt will surly pass
His short lived victory will never last.
I will never go away,
I shall hunt another day
