Still Hunter

by clippedtrust · 23/02/2026
Published 23/02/2026 16:53

Glass eyes, unblinking.

A moth-eaten wing.

What was it thinking?

What could it bring?


A hunter held fast,

to a dusty display.

Its moment long past,

it won't fly away.


A shadow of flight,

a stuffed, quiet form.

Fixed in the light,

defying the storm.

#mortality #nature #nostalgia #preservation

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