Shenandoah at 67,000 miles per hour

At night
the Hunter and the Bear
barreling through India ink,
neon lights twirling,
barely bleeding.

The bear,
the hunter: The hunted.

The next day
Thousands of deer
congregating in the campsite:
finicky snacks, sipping shit coffee, flushing toilets.

"Did ya git a good deal on that Gemini?"