Prey

I am in my
Late 50s in
The wilderness
At 9,000 feet up in
The Mogollon Mountains
Of northwest New Mexico in
My pup tent late at night listening
Intently no pun intended because
The sounds of the woods have
Ceased because a predator
Is hunting nearby and I am
The possible prey so I
Slide my knife from
The sheath and
Wait but after
Awhile the
Night
Sounds
Come back
And I sleep with
My sheathed knife
Under my sweater pillow
Half asleep aware of
My reminder I am
Not the only one
Who preys but
One who can
Still pray in
A tent on
A dark
Night
Alone in
The wilderness.