Night Hunt

Artemis’s light shines full
silver coating the shadows
populating the space by the wood
where I wait, knowing.
The stars, tiny punctures
in the ink black eternity
announce your arrival.

The first splash of rain
hits my trembling cheek
I know that the time is near
when invisible I can move
stalking soundless through the grass.

Watching, ever watching
inching forward low and taut
close enough to breathe the same air
the prey liminal through death.