Entry #132

The Hunt
by Kim Watters


Soaring high in the sky, the hunt is on. The predator is looking for its next prey, so as to feed his family. There, over there, is that something moving in the tall grass? No, it is just the wind. Food is scarce, for the winter was long and the days were cold. Soon it will be spring with the rebirth of life and an abundance of food for survival. The hunger grows as he continues the hunt.

On the ground, small animals hide and quiver in fear as they see the silhouette of the hunter on the ground as he soars high in the sky above. Don’t move - he’s looking this way! There, he’s moved on. Quickly, quickly, get to shelter before he looks back this way.

The hunter finds himself flying further and further afield, away from his young, searching for food, for that first taste of blood of the day. Movement far ahead, a sure sign there is life on the move. Quickly, quickly, move in for the kill!

Spotted! Nowhere to hide, must keep moving. Closer, closer, he sees me now, he’s after me now! Must find somewhere to hide. There! Up ahead, just over there, if I can only reach it in time.

The hunter flies closer, closer, until he can almost taste the blood! Just a little closer and the prey will be his. He swoops closer, closer still.

In a last ditch effort the prey makes a mighty leap for the hole...caught!