Hunter

There were but two beneath the sky - The thing I came to kill, and I. I, under cover, quietly Watched him sense eternity. From quivering brush to pointed nose My gun to shoulder level rose. And then I felt (I could not see) Far off a hunter watching me. I slowly put my rifle by, For there were two who had to die - The thing I wished to kill, and I.

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