WHEN THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED

This remains and shall 

Between our lips and ears

For no one else to comprehend 

There are times when the hunter 

Becomes the hunted

Then it is his turn to wait

But doesn't the hunter always wait?

Is he not used to lying

On the prowl?

Often the hunter 

Instructs the hunted to wait 

For instruction 

For the waiting game 

Is inextricable to all

Once captured 

The hunter protest not

He waits 

And waits some more

For he knows 

The impetuous 

Is devoured

By his own consequence

The hunter delights 

In the captivity

For it is in his wisdom 

True power exchange

Is the joy knowing

You are worthy 

Of being hunted