One step
Two
Still one step forward
But two sets of
Dark, dangerous
Hooves
They are silent
As they carry
Their owners
Over
Swamp
Under
Trees
The trees
Mask the
Danger
With their gentle
Leaves and branches
When one looks
It is safe
But safety is
False
Danger lurks
Between the trees
And the branches
And the leaves
Sharp fangs and
Cutting hooves
Are hidden
But the prey
Cannot hide
It listens
It smells
It looks
But its
Senses deceive
Deceptive
Like one,
But really two
The hunter
Splits
But the heart
Cannot part
From the half
To its
Whole
So there is the sound,
Safely silent
To the prey.
It is
One heartbeat
That beats for two
The hunter
Cannot be beaten
For two pairs of sharp
Eyes
And
Two pairs of deadly
Tools
Take on
A single
Kill
Pain
Heat
Blood
Red is passion
They press together
They sigh
One sigh
Two
Still one breath out