In the distance what can the father and son hear?
They hope it is the grunt or snort of a deer.
Without the last of the season’s hunt, there will be no food.
For the boy’s siblings, and the rest of the man’s hungry brood.
The vegetation is now laid bare.
Through the darkness the two can with little hindrance stare.
The passing clouds cause the night shadows to deceive.
The snap of a twig, the hoot of an owl, the eager hunters could easily misconceive.
The moon rises high.
The clouds disperse from the sky.
The prize of the night, is now visible and in their sight.
Thankfully this winter, the family's table can be laid with both bowl and spoon.
Thanks to nature and the Hunter’s moon.
By Christina Rowell
Pictures of exhibits in National Museum Edinburgh, photographed by Christina Rowell
