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The thrill of the hunt was captured


he looked at the many deer in the park
his eyes were on whitetails
a doe and her fawns, 
fawns born only a few weeks ago
all with white spots on their backs
and reddish hues
that were hidden 
by the tall trees in the dark
instinctively, they kept looking around
their eyes peeking out 
at the moonlit forest night
soon the doe and fawns
move furtively to a nearby pond
he follows their trail
and continues to espy
his steps cracking twigs 
and the stillness of the night
the white tail thirstily 
lap up water from the pond
their innocent eyes darting,
darting around for despair
he edges in closer
the thrill of the hunt
alarm bells set off in the deer as they inhale 
his scent
noses ruffling the air
again and again
and then they run,
they run for their lives
but not before
he opened up his equipment bag,
a bag that carried his shot gun
and ammo, night vision goggles
and the like
as part of federal parks program
of biology and wildlife,
c/o wildlife eradication
his job was to take shots
sometimes not to his liking
this time was no different
he aimed ... focused his scope
and caught, and caught 
the whitetails square
he had closed the distance 
with a pull and a click
his heart racing, 
racing for speeding
pictures of capture
he looks through the silver forest
and see the doe and fawns are down,
down river off into the night
reality sinks in
the trees bend in enrapture, dance
one for nature tonight
he smiles, too
he got his picture and data

connie pachecho

3/15/17

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