Bow Hunter

I sit and I wait, and I wait some more, I watch and wonder and do implore; I have my bow and arrow in hand, my eyes scan left, right, all over the land; I listen to the blue jays as they scream "man", I hear the squirrels and sit as still as I can; my ears are tuned to hear the snap of a twig, I wait for the buck that has grown so very big; then I see the shadow move through the brush, I wait and wait with the silence of a hush; there he is, 10 beautiful points sit above his eyes, raise, draw, aim, release and away my arrow flies.