I am a hunter

I am a hunter of the mystic art craft’s lure,
scourge the thick dusty forest with tired eyes,
seeking food for my thought, the great cure
for my hunger, live for the kill, high praise;

spotted deers loom, striped tigers roam free,
the very game I seek, tempting, yet I sit so still,
seeing hazily from my hidden perch in tree,
for my hunt different, solely forged by my will;

the forest brighter now in thin filtered rays,
my mind clearer and eyes fresher from nap,
all the loss, pain, far away those rainy days,
a clear plan, great effort, for this final step;

naming adventure, few kill a tiger, few kill a deer,
I seek selfie with them animals, sipping a mug of beer.

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