city hunter

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.