So you're the hunted one they seek,
Your heart is cold, your mind is bleak.
You're running so fast, to escape the face,
Never want to go, again to that place.

Wanted and needed, under minds eye,
They've a birdseye view, from a touring sky.
Tranquilisers, spot lights and water to fix,
After scouring and wading, each of their tricks.

Light gets so dim, at the forests bow,
Eve is fast falling, once again, over now.
The hunters who hunt the hunted, will sleep,
As the hunted lie quiet in a cornered ground deep.

Moonlight beams on the foreign shore,
Though glistening sand banks, seen no more.
The deepest ocean life reveal,
The darkest evenings true feel.

With weary and tired, stumbling pride,
We've no explanation of the hunted inside.
Of twists and turns there is no end,
Of the hunteds mind on a journeys mend.

Alone in the forest, reaching for air,
Gasping for courage, this poor young bear.
Forwarding home, with energy few,
The hunted lays waiting, for the hunter- You.