29 Sep Back 40: Dream Hunt

One night it will just pass
Plain in the firelight.

That thing you’ve been
Hunting for so long,
Suddenly right in front of you,
Unafraid.

As if everything,
The cunning traps,
The dogged trailing,
Was all just for show.

Some elaborate ceremony
Of the inevitable.

And now this

No desperate chase,
No revelatory
Final showdown,

Just a gentle meeting of eyes,
A shared moment of stillness
And a slow turning to fade
Back into the night.