The Stag

And the game is afoot, let there be no mistake. The prey has been sighted, the hunter’s senses alert.

The stag stands proudly, all majestic and glorious. Outlined in the pre-dawn, lifts his head, challenge bugled.

The hunter lifts his horn, to answer that challenge. There’ll be no escaping, this time the prey will be his.

The stag sends his family away for their safety. This is one battle that is his and his alone.

The hunter continues on through the dappled woods. With each clearing they pass, the signs point to victory.

Then at last he is there, just beyond decent shot. He’s afraid that he’ll bolt, still a little bit closer.

The stag’s mighty rack, blends in with the branches. The slightest breeze blowing, his nostrils flare with concern.

The hunter steadies his aim, he’ll only get this one shot. The sight lines are perfect, with a press of his finger…

The camera starts clicking, the stag turns his head away. Then walks out of the trees, the pictures are perfect.