Hunting


Watching leaves aimlessly fall to the ground.
Listening to the squirrels hide the nuts they found.
Watching the sunset so peaceful and grand.
Listening to the geese flying over in a band.
Watching my breath so crisp and cold.
Listening to the hooting owl sounding like a scold.
As I get restless in the stand.
The deer, like Ninjas appear on the land.
I feel my heart begin to race.
As I need them to take, just one more pace.
Shaking like a leaf.
In total disbelief.
How blessed to be.
This animal staring back at me.

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