and… scene

a call comes ’round
midday sun and moonshine dark
the howling
an unanswered bay

nothing left
chalk dust fog for breath
no captured prey escaped

slipped through the fingers of a ghost
and on the way

the hunter refused the chase

c. 2016 Deidre Meyrick

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