The Hunt

Once I got just a tiny whiff,

I followed her scent

through the woods

like a wild hound

never hesitating 

or looking up

to see

where she was going

as she flew through

the brambles and mud

with the Grace and poise

of a young lioness.

No pain

no wounds 

could slow me

No sounds 

or sight could

Distract me 
From my 

One - pointed 

pursuit.

This was 

Her gift

and as she

leaped over branches

and ran through the streams

I followed Her,

Thrilled by 
every graceful 

Turn 

And weave.

At some point,
I was sure

I had found heaven 

as I caught another whiff

of her intoxicating scent
which always left me
In a drunken haze.

Then,

suddenly...

She slowed,

and carefully 

retracing her steps,

Vanished ....

Back into the trees

Disappearing,

Just as mysteriously

as she had come.

At first,

I ran to and fro

desperate

to continue

the Divine chase

which I had become so 
addicted to

But soon realized

after searching

that

My perfect friend

Had already gone

back into the thicket

And I was left

with just a memory

of her intoxicating  scent

So,

Full of Gratitude

I will always Remember

Our wonderful chase

Through the 

weeds

and mud.

Narayan