Their eyes are shining

Night shining

As they feast upon flesh

Feral their eyes

Shining in the night

While feasting

The Hunters (after Brueghel)

They are anonymous

Until they are not 

Sloping downward

Toward the unguarded village

The quiet village

With skaters on ice

The anonymous faceless men

Until their faces known

Sloping downward with a pack

Of obedient dogs

While crows inhabit the trees

Take possession of land, of a roof,

Or swoop down toward the quiet village

And the oblivious skaters on ice