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Nov 28, 2003 19:57

The sun grew low in the summer sky

The hunter savoring every juicy morsel of his slain adversary

The mighty rabbit was fierce …the hunter amused himself with such thoughts laughing out loud a time or two

Igniting flame in the dense swamp was itself a feat of ingenuity

But the hunter gave no thought to such matters

Measuring himself was a concept he had yet to discover No he simply was who he was

A creature of great strength

Speed and agility Cunning and clever

And intelligent enough for flame to crackle in the heavy moisture

He truly was fearsome

He raised his brow and saw the begging birds

He tossed to them the remainder of his quarry and rolled himself off to slumber

Tomorrow would be tomorrow

Perhaps he would resume his quest of the great beast

There was no thought in his mind that his ferocious nemesis survived the battle of the day

No the beast yet lived

Only a hunter such as he could lay low a rival such as this

Tomorrow…..as he drifted away he heard the wind as a whisper of breath…soft and gentle…it seemed to call to him……
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