The Hunt

I watch as you draw nigh, slowly counting paces, slowly drawing back, I count the steps as my heart races, to bring you down, with one straight shot, my arm draws back, and muscles tense sweat drips down my brow cunning, quick, I cannot miss any closer and you'll see me I've got to take the shot if I'm to do this with memories and guidance of my father and his before him... I let loose my weapon.. "WHACK" I GOT HIM! a direct hit... Now to sanitize my desk, for once again I've killed another pesky fly... Flies 0 Michael 7