Stalking My Prey

I have to wait patiently,
be still and faintly smell my wild, sweet animal tucked away in the corner.
Only when I am perfectly quiet and my odor blends with the dank musk of the forest will he appear.
Then, one day he might be mine.
Until that day, I will wait out on a limb for him, alone and in the rain.

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