I am sharing the woods with a hunter.
Taking my walk as the day came to its close
I noticed the path I have made was disturbed.
Seeing a tuft of deer fur in a tree to my left
I see another piece to my right.
they hung, stuck on small branches
by their once moist flesh.
It looks like a marker of sorts.
I peeled them off and tossed them into the woods.
Yes, this might annoy him,
and he is sure to explain their use.
(I have already unintentionally disturbed one shot.
Now I know the truck on the driveway means he is there.)
He has clomped through an otherwise quiet path.
We've meet and he is a careful and skilled man.
A hunter is sharing the woods with me.