Spirit of the Forest


Robin moved swiftly and silently through the ancient forest, his leaf-green hood blending with the trees, his mighty bow of yew in his hand. He stopped before the clearing, watching the creature from the shadows, sunlight dancing along its white coat as he stretched back the bowstring.

It turned to look at him with a monarch’s gaze, soul-deep, and he laid his bow aside.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Rebecca Johnston for the prompt photo!

13 thoughts on “Spirit of the Forest

Add yours

      1. Hmmm….coming from a hunting family, I have some insight: If the hunter hadn’t reached the quota, the hunter would likely shoot. It may be a still frame in the mind that lasts forever as this stunning image, but make no mistake: A hunter would shoot the deer, take it home, and feed his family. Venison is lean protein and preserves well. I’d like to think the hunter would walk away, but my guess is they’d take the shot — that’s why I liked your take so well 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: