Tag: hunt

  • The Chill Of The Hunt

    Yuka

    Tired is he who walks in the dark. The dark embracing sound as the crunch of foliage fills the air. Perhaps the morning dew lying brisk on his shoes softens the thud of his foot. Cold is the wind, rustling leaves, masking his clumsy travels. With the moon as a guide he de-ices his beard… Read more