See the man who sits and waits,
remaining ever so still;
Patiently, patiently among the rocks,
under a moonlit night.
Watch the younger one,
tense and all about;
Eagerly, eagerly aside the river,
above the glossy shimmer.
See the man who sits and waits,
not to flinch at nature's chill;
He hears a thump then sees bush rustle,
knocks an arrow without hustle.
Watch the youth,
his eyes wide with fear;
He spots ripples in the river,
readies his spear in haste.
See the man who sits and waits,
his sure fingers hold their place;
From the bushes emerge a plump hare,
all it does is look and stare.
Watch the youth,
his face is sweaty and he is ready;
He sees a snake, but does not wait,
he thrusts in his spear not to be late.
See the man who sits and waits,
he eyes up his prey searching for a chance;
But then yet another hare is to follow,
it came out of a tree that was hollow.
Watch the youth,
he is going home without any food;
He scared away all the prey,
he has been hunting all day.
See the man who sits and waits,
he smiles to himself as he readies another arrow;
Thwoop, Thwoop go two arrows under the moonlit night,
the man's prey lie before him as he takes out his knife.