There is a sparkle in his eye when the sun is sneaking up over the horizon. The silence. The wait. The anticipation. Then finally the light yet deafening sound of wind through wings that only comes with the ducks as they fall over and cover the sky in front of him. It's the still, the quiet, in the middle of nowhere that we find our most clear self. In the midst of the hunt is truly our most natural place.
The bear found the beast on the top of a mountain that night He'd never seen such a creature in all of his life Stood 10 feet tall, giant wings sprung from his back Tail made of snakes and his fur was jet black Dark holes for eyes, breathing fire as he roared The bear thought to himself, a glorious death will be my reward