A ripple breaks the calm surface
a white shadow coming to rest
on the wind-broken mirorr.
Waiting, staring into the face of time,
the reflection of white disapears
bobbing back to the portrait seconds later
untill finally it is gone.
The line grows taught
the struggle beggins
adrenilin floods the mind,
victory, the trophey is yours.
Release the creature back to the wild
it lives to bite yet another day.
The day grows to night,
a retirement till the sun awakens.
Laying beneath flowering stars
the sounds of the world blanket the tired
a comforter sewn from nights lulaby.
Softly the melody fades
as heavy eyes close on the day.