You stalk your prey
With a lens in hand.
The shutter is your bear trap.
Scratchy surface lens,
Warping the ambiance,
The years blew that glass eye for you.
Capture the intangible,
Inside.
It's a
Magical Palpable,
Illusion Impossible,
Transparent Magnificent.
But you just call it your camera.
Standing in light
Is the only way to make a shadow,
Can you capture that?