We hunt. We set traps. We shoot, skin, mount and eat.
All in the name of tradition, survival, power.
But what if the forest remembers?
What if the eyes watching us from the shadows… don’t belong to prey?
That’s what’s been circling in my mind lately.
A new idea, fresh, twisted, brutal – just how I like it.
Two friends. Two hunters.
They know the woods like the back of their hand.
Until one day…
The rules change.
The forest shifts.
And the hunted become the hunters.
We think we rule the wild.
But maybe we’ve just been lucky.
Maybe we’ve been watched all along.
So tell me —
Are we truly at the top of the food chain?
Or just waiting our turn to be devoured?
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Unique idea, Elyen Noir! Your post reminds me of a Comedy short script I wrote way back about a deer hunting a hunter. I like your idea, especially the forest angle!
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Thanks so much! Now I kinda wanna see that deer script too.
And yeah… the forest always remembers.
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You're welcome, Elyen Noir. Keep us posted on your script.
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I parse similar themes. Good luck.
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I love this poem Elyen. I agree with you. The forest remembers. Life remembers. We are all entities of life, of cause and effect, of sacred balance. We pay for everything we take, whether up front or years later or lifetimes later when we've forgotten and are saying, "Why is this happening to me?" Shakespeare, the master playwright, loved to look at people from the skies, not the literal skies but from the vantage point of the writer, seeing them go about their games, their dances, their pursuits, their kills, their dies, their laughter, their tears, their shouts, their whispers, and then he would combine them all because....have you ever gone to a party and see how all these different people with different stories and different worlds collide? He loved that. We have a right and wrong conscience, a cause and effect consciousness. So we look for the patterns in things, the laws functioning in the chaos. And then we write a story based on what we observe so we don't feel alone and so the interactions of people, many of whom have no idea what the person they're interacting with is going through or thinking and we find the humor, the tragedy, the banality, the cathartic emotion. That is poetry. That is life. That is storytelling.
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That sounds like a great concept. I want to see that one.