The Hunted

Out of the grey the hunter came
the hunted moving fast
Up the mountain, much to gain
Closing in on his prey at last

Breathing raspy now, each gain harder
he shifted the gun to his shoulder
Planning for the prey in the larder
he rested upon a boulder

Spotting the movement, off to his left
he lifted the scope to his eye
There he is in the skyward cleft
you are about to die

Suddenly the boulder, made a startling shift
taking the hunter under
The prey glancing back, nose up for a sniff
snorting at the hunters blunder