he sits in mist
as darkness grows
among the trees
a meadow view
for this is all
he'll ever know
no past or future
cloud his mind
seasons change
but his is one
rest and hunts
consume his time
no thoughts of death
or problems rise
he lives by feel
no plans unfold
but now a movement
caught his eye
on silent wings
he drops to kill
his meal consumed
at rest once more
summer heat
or winter chill
