Testo Hunt

"Join us for the hunt.
Come, scattered brethren. It is time.
The children are starving.
We haven't eaten for days.
Join us for the hunt."

Scent and trail have taken us here,
to where our prey passes through this time each year.
They favour this place,
for it gives them food and shelter.
And so our lives too grow more secure,
if only for a moment.

This is a lifelong struggle for survival.
There's nothing glorious about it,
nor is there hate, nor honour.
Such things have little meaning
when the choice is between feeding and death,
and you know that is no choice at all.