wild Game

A born hunter
a proven tracker
but the trail he’s on
Is a real nut cracker

two sets of fresh tracks
along the river bank
peering through watering eyes
his heart sank

clothes on the ground
naked bodies entwined
the groans of passion
from a slow motion grind

a glint of light
from a pendant swinging
a lump in his throat
kept him from screaming

a few weeks later
he overheard kids saying
they’d found buried panties
by the river where they’d been playing