I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove.
His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead
For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue.
But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.