The master hunter
grim and dour
ranged the city streets on track
of quarry, prey
and similar
he knew by scent and sight
and lack.
About him,
cars and walkers
thronged in thoroughfares
fared thoroughly. No sign
of quarry - not one stone!
Except well-laid, unhurriedly
in pavement, wall and edifice.
No sign of prey - the kind he
prized.
The master hunter screamed
dismay down city streets,
unsatisfied.
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