Darklight and sun shadows mine the forest floor.
Stepping out of one, into the other,
carefully avoiding detection.
Keen smell, senses heightened, weary of wind change,
they forage intermittently to sustain,
aware of a fragile existence.
Life under Mother natures beauty and care.
Free to rome, only one rule to retain...
"I am the hunted."
I love the imagery, and that
I love the imagery, and that lovely little twist at the end. Great Read!