Moist, life springs forth, neither plant nor animal.
I hunt on the forest floor, nose to the ground, with the old dog.
She complains, I’m too slow for her, yet she can barely manage a step.
Quarry spotted, careful approach, I set up,
The heavy scent of damp earth calms me.
I take the shot, no lives lost, enjoy the moment, the peace, the planet.
It’s a strange little world.