by the cool bluish light
of the LCD screen on her lap
Artemis tiptoes the net
as flesh bends to the bone

she's silently hunting now
a bow at her breast and
her extra long sleep shirt
covering her crossed thighs

where in the vast forest
can she find her prize,
the prowess of fortitude,
display expertise of hunting

clicking past the decoys she
surveys the herd before her
this one, too old and lean
that one maybe, yes that one

lone proud stag is racked
quietly before the arrow
pressing the enter key,
she knows she must

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