In the cave I wait,
smoke filling the lungs,
masking the smell, hiding
the face.
I the fire starter,
in the bears domain, playing my game.
A moving shadow, a vicious snarl. Approaching swiftly, what a clumsy animal.
The blade glistens with minimal light. Entering the furry hide, the eyes fade. A soul dissipating with the cloud. A trade, gifted at death. One heroic effort for a bite at last.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
In the cave I wait,
smoke filling the lungs,
masking the smell, hiding
the face.
I the fire starter,
in the bears domain, playing my game.
A moving shadow, a vicious snarl. Approaching swiftly, what a clumsy animal.
The blade glistens with minimal light. Entering the furry hide, the eyes fade. A soul dissipating with the cloud. A trade, gifted at death. One heroic effort for a bite at last.
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