Crouched in a ditch beside the road,
Sleet and rain seeping through sodden coat,
Cold knives stabbing to the marrow,
Hunger clawing deep in the belly,
Fatigue constantly threatening.
Light flashing past and roaring engine,
Fear detracting from the task in hand,
Wound to shoulder a throbbing mess,
Aching limbs fast losing power,
Thirst cruelly quenching.
Darkness hiding menacing terrors,
Instincts and senses numbed by the elements,
Will to go on sapping away,
Energies all but spent,
Resolve for life buckling.
Breathing becoming fraught with effort,
Vital organs starting to close down,
Past memories coming to the fore,
Existence now a struggle,
Higher powers calling.
Suddenly aware of another's movement,
From afar the sound of Vixen calling,
Snap out of it, snap out,
Musn't, can't, give in to the danger,
Others still in needing.
One last effort, one last hunt for life,
Determined spirit now returning,
Grace and beauty of wild recalled,
Fire re-lit in soul and mind,
Nerves now quivering.
Suddenly Bobtail is in my vision,
Adrenalin kicking in at last,
Fear gone, pain pushed down deep,
All antennae now re-activated,
Survival is beckoning.
Last reserve of energy summoned,
Final chance at life is offered,
Must succeed, must not fail,
Leap, snarl, grab and gnarl - him or me,
Flopsy is screaming.
Survive or die the division so slim,
This time I am back from the brink,
So close, so near lies ever the threat,
Each day a life or death struggle,
Natural world living.
Trot home now to wife and kids,
Spoils closely guarded,
Warm den and loving kin,
It could have been so different,
Clan of Sionnach feeding.
Mike (Nov 05)