The Hunter

by Linda Mottet
(Prescott, AZ, USA)

The hunter appears in the southern light
with many arrows of yellow colour.
He cannot quickly set all things right,
but the chief of darkness is his proffer.
He enters on the left flank of the belly of the dark land.
He ponders at the chief’s dark gate,
but turns tail for the south land.
There is loyalty correct and firm
all through the night untried.
He is the guide filled with southern light.
Small bird dreams of flying at his side.