the hunt

Written by: michael hornschuch

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..

a direct hit...

Now to sanitize my desk, 
for once again I've killed another pesky fly...

Flies 0    Michael 7