Zenith
Slow
deep breath
no quick moves.
Brown form alert.
Crosshairs rhythmically bounce on shoulder crease.
One smooth pull shatters silence, blurs vision.
Noble prey down,
tribe well fed.
Thankful
pray.
Copyright © Wesley Evans | Year Posted 2012
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