"The Hunter and The Hunted"
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"Have you caught any yet this year?" I asked.
The hunter whose path I'd happened to cross.
"A few," he answered, self-assured.
As he looked straight ahead at the trees.
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"What did you do with the ones you caught?"
I questioned him further while we walked along.
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"I did what I could,"
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He said to me as he smiled and dodged the branches with ease.
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In silence we traveled for nearly a mile,
my rifle was poised and ready to fire.
But there was no sign of the game we were hunting;
No sounds, no traces, no glimpses...........nothing.
When we were exhausted we sat on a rock
and watched the geese fly overhead in a flock.
"You never did tell me," I reminded him,
"what you did with your catches,or was it too grim."
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"I'm sorry,"
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he said as he turned to meand looked in my eyes so familiarly.
In an instant I knew Him and whispered His name,
knowing that I'd never be quite the same.
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"You let them go, didn't you?"
That's just what you'd do. I guess I would to if I had to, like you.
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"He smiled gently and said,
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"No, that's not how it's done.
I saved them, my Child. Every last one."
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