There's a mountain on
Your body and upon it
The weight of a sky.
Then the hungry stomach
And unwavering stability
In the eyes despite all.
It takes patience,
Not the fangs or heavy
Duty arms.
It's the pacing heart's
Focus anchored Against
Titanium locks.
It's clarity in the right
Time. Right pressure
At right points.
A blink of a mistake can
Hail heavy on the stomach,
Even cost your life.
Hunting is not an easy job.
Ready to be steady even
Against impossible odds..
Hunting is a state of mind.
Why do you think a hunt is
Always glorified?
The Hunter doesn't think
About grass despite being
Starved.