A Mighty Buck
with a massive rack
leaves a wider, deeper track
than ones left by fawns, or does,
and so The Hunter
because it’s true,
The Hunter knows,
the big track shows
where the Big Buck goes.
So setting off without delay,
The Hunter stalks his wary prey,
who far ahead has bedded down,
with ears alert for any sound.
A Mighty Buck The Hunter sees.
A snapping stick, The Buck’s awake,
a safety click, he makes a break.
The Buck is bounding through the trees.
The bullet flies, but wild it sails,
a final glimpse, a flash of tail.
The Buck escapes with his massive rack.
The Hunter’s left with an empty track.