The hunter is a prey of his own cravings.
It is what haunts him.
And he unleashes it, on his quarry.
If starved of his game, he will wither.
And if the predator stops the prey will atrophy.
In his sober moments
He wonders, what he is up and running against.
Yet, he is up against time
And has no second moment to dwell much longer
Again he resumes his hunt, before he can think it through.
Photo credit: Muhamed Saleh Dollah/Barcroft.
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