Behind what was once a huge rock deep in the forest
A dangerous fit kind of a man awaits his predator in awe…
full ammunition in his hands.
With his bow long and sharp enough
to kill the infant-hearted springbok, sharp
enough to slit through his skin and land him
onto the soil from dust to dust.
Silently he escapes his hiding place, away from the rock
but he feels it scratch him in warning on behalf of mother nature.
Anyways he ignores it.
Stands high with the sunlight as his spotlight.
Bravely separates his conscience from his thoughts and shoots the arrow.
It lands in the springbok’s throat and it shakes all the way to the ground.
It dies just like he expected.