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.