The Circle

barrywax

He was the great hunter from the planet Earth,

He was tough for his life was rough even from birth.

His ship had crashed on this strange island years ago,

He wandered aimlessly from one side to another,  to and fro.

He lived off the land and was now getting on in age,

He then spotted a footprint in the sand and became outraged.

There was someone else on the island and eating his food supply,

But he needed companionship, someone to talk to eye to eye.

He followed the footprints over the rocks, the water and the sand,

He was so old now, he certainly could use a right hand man.

He tracked and tracked and then he realized with his brain,

The tracks were his own and now he was certifiably insane.

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