The matured hunter

Deep in the heart of the Karoo
Serene breeze going about in the setting
Dry season - brown landscape; perfect for a hunt
Multiple specie of the Karoo
And he knows what his heart desires 
A stumped ensues...
The hunter has chosen 
Let the sharply pointed arrow go he did
Certainly, he follows
Slowly she succumbs to his passion and love
And down she lie
The arrow - shot with passion, has hit heart first
Try a sup he did - sweet it is
Matured now he is
His hunting days are over
He is never to hunt - ever.

For he has found his true love.