Hunt

I peeped from behind the bushes. It's cold and dark; I couldn't see.
I walked down a rough forest path;
It was uneven and tiring.
I could smell the leaves but I couldn't quite feel them,
The rain had made the soil difficult to walk on.
I continue searching and sit by the hot crackling sound of fire.
I suddenly forgot why I was so frantic when I could just stop.
It eventually came to me.


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