a smell of the air
a feel of the sun
brings back simple times
being in the yard
everything at peace
the light turns green
foot to the gas
the peace fades
hopefully i will find it again
maybe someday i will catch it
but it is ever fleeting
the boy awakes suddenly
it is dark
but not completely
glowing embers remain
smoke drifts throughout the cave
dark shadows on the floor
the tribe
the occasional snore
flickering flames distract
the wall
the deer are dancing
taunting
the cave lion stalks
who will win tomorrow?
the boy must sleep
must be ready
the first hunt.