The Heart of the Hunt (the hunt of the heart)

A curious thing happened in the Heart of a vibrant and decaying forest

 

The bird and The wolf cornered one another

 

Both were wounded

Both were being hunted

 

Both knew if they made a sound they would alert the hunter of their location. Into this maze they wandered, and into locked eyes they stared

And then, they talked

 

The bird was covered in many a brilliant colour. Everytime she flew by, it was with a thunderous whisper and a soaring melody above the forest, those staring up as she flew by felt they could climb just as high

The wolf was covered in armour of ravenous trickery, a soft inviting fur coat blanketing a fierce heart

 

The bird looked at how the hunters attack pierced the wolf’s leg

The wolf looked at how the hunters attack pierced the bird’s wing

 

“the forest looks at you in awe” said the wolf

“the forest looks at you in awe” said the bird

 

The sound of a twig breaking sparks a silence

Followed by the sound of an exhale breaking the silence

 

“are you going to devour me as I cannot take to the air and escape?”

“are you going to sing a stirring note and alert the hunters of my presence?”

 

They looked at one another, the first time either was still long enough to look at

 

“you are a vase of imaginings”

“you are the shadow of impulse”

 

“you are grand and free”

“you enchant and rise above”

 

“so what are you looking for?” asked the wolf

“I’m hunting” said the bird

 

“and what are you hunting for” asked the bird

“I’m looking” said the wolf

 

Then there was a sound

and the conversation ended.

 

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