I hunt for photos with the camera

Like some spear-carrying Cro-Magnon

Might hunt for dinner—

Observing their patterns,

Learning their habits,

Finding their watering holes,

Getting there before them,

Settling in to wait for their arrival,

Watching them drifting like a mist

Through the brush,

Soundlessly gracing the day

With the wonder of their presence,

Turning their best side to the camera,

Pretending they don’t know I’m there.

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