Ficlets

stand.
stoic, statuesque.
crystalline flakes cross a sharp field of vision.

a grove of pines,
austere and dastardly white,
paints the cold scene.
a paradise of game,
and the pursuit of contest.

breathe.
silently, cunningly.
moisture lingers beneath folds of silken scarf.

a glint of man,
coupled with promise of steel
betrays our thief.
a feral suspicion,
sets four soft feet to motion.

act.
proficient, deliberate.
five lithe fingers cast one deadly shaft to air.

a freeze in time,
silent and heavy with fear,
questions the future.

a halcyon heart leaps,
caught between soft fur and fate…

uncertainty.