For the sake of sportsmanship

She saw his arrow pointed directly at her heart.

Teasing, she ran with a serpentine start.

Then she darted off through the woods.

Leaving a trail behind as she moved.

He followed her scent when her trail disappeared.

She was hard to find. He lost her, he feared.

But then she rustled within the brush.

He picked up his arrow and aimed with a hush.

She stayed still. Not a movement was seen.

And he, moved slowly, surveying the scene.

As soon as she thought it was safe to run.

She darted off toward the blinding sun.

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