Deep in the jungle of your confused soul, <br />you can see a man carrying a rifle, <br />you start noticing in his eyes something unfamiliar, <br />a look of mystery, he must be searching for something. <br /> <br />You start trembling, <br />your knees are now an earthquake, <br />everything shakes but this man, <br />now you realize what you feel is fear. <br /> <br />Pointing with the rifle, he starts walking in circles. <br />What is he looking for? Is he close to his prey? <br />Then quickly he directs his rifle at your heart. <br />He has just tasted the sweet smell of your fear. <br /> <br />Your heart stops beating, <br />The hunter has shot you, <br />with your last breath you can see how a smile drew on his face, <br />all he did was hunt you down as if you were part of the game. <br /> <br /> <br />dedicated for all who had felt like a prey in a hunter's life.... <br />January 8 2009<br /><br />Ana Lia Zaldivar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hunter-15/
