The cries of the hunter <br />ring free within the night <br />and pursue in damning darkness <br />through the garden of all sight. <br /> <br />Evil is reflected from the evil same, <br />all fights give up disaster <br />in the sickness of the game. <br /> <br />Surely, injuries are open <br />to the predators of stealth, <br />who venture on to slaughter <br />with satisfactions wealth. <br /> <br />Life sniffs the wind <br />for blood and breath, <br />who stuggles still <br />with life and death. <br /> <br />Sally Plumb<br /><br />Sally Plumb Plumb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/predator-14/
