The Battle

A cold you feel in your bones
You suffer through with hope
Constant noise and movement
Distractions from your goal
Squirrels and birds tattle on your location
Wishing you could silence them
Suddenly a noise different from the rest
A snort of anger
The rattle of antlers
Two deer engaged in battle
The stamp of hooves
There is no stop until blood is shed
A winner is declared
They part separate ways
You wait in silence
Unbelieving forgetting to take your shot
A trophy is lost by the memory stays
That is worth infinitely more

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