Fallen Season

Path through fallen leaves

reds, brown, golds we perceive

slow soft crunch as I walk

causes thoughts for season stalk

slipping slowly across the timber

crispness of the air causes me to linger

looking at tracks of natures socialite

from a distance a flash of white

turning and stumbling towards as to follow

looking above listening above, song from a swallow

moving closer, eyes widen in amazement

the Buck of my dreams stands in possible attainment

heart drumming in excitement

breathing starts to tighten

raising my bow as fingers curl the string

arrow fixed on this forest king

exhale last deep breath as I release

targeting on his golden fleece

emotions mixed, feeling as if I've been beat

sacrifice of life, so I can eat