Chaser

I spied a creature crouching
upon a moonlit hill
but I was busy slouching
and it denied my kill
because it heard me stomp.

The wily beast kept going
kept lurching through the bog
but its fatigue was showing
as I began to slog
my way across the swamp

for everywhere were broken
brambles from its flight
my hunter's heart awoken
I stalked it all the night
a truly splendid romp!