Hunters (SSSS poem)Hunters (SSSS poem) by Riorlyne
With Gingersnap I pace between the trees on padded tread;
Past withered branches high the sky is bleak.
And, catching as I sniff the faintest whiff of something dead,
I know that we have found the path we seek.
“Another, Jeremiah.” Ginger stops. “How can we go
“On hunting them?”
“We hunt them ’til they’re gone.”
“D’you think this is the one who killed our master?”
“I don’t know.
“Their scent is all the same.” But we press on.
Our footfalls crush the fallen leaves that moulder in the shade;
The reek of rot and lichen stings
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