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A Aim

He moves quickly through the underbrush I follow close behind, pushing Briars cautiously with a hand prepared To let go hastily and a throat Holding onto a shudder in response To the graze of the briar against Soft, naked skin He pulls bare branches back, Threading his way through the pines, Oaks, birch and different trees Who sit waiting the first sunlight beam Of a morning breaking through the night Delighting in the flickers of life Birds chirping, honeybees buzzing, Deer and rabbit scurrying back toward Their havens, dens awaiting Leaves crunch softly beneath our feet In the heart of the forest where Silence is never as silent as it seems He keeps moving and I keep following Listening to the soft whisper Of a mountain wood coming alive I break free from his heavy step Begin to follow the trail of a doe who must Be going back to her fawn And look closely for the signs of life That cling to the dew covered vines and wild flowers As they grace the edge of the woods With lavender breath and a crimson caress Creating beauty amid the jungle of emerald sighing Softly, like a trace of joy embracing The colorful nirvana of a realm that relieves Hearts of their suffering and minds Of their anxieties, creates a sphere of bliss Where only God has the ability to grace its perimeters With gentle hope that warms the heart And soothes the spirit He is with me, but up ahead of me Where I have yet to see And I hear it – the lifting of the gun The cocking is quick and it remains to be seen If it was my step or the raising of the barrel That caused the stag to lunge forward Free from the freezer Free from death Free for now Hunting brings me the assurance That there are still treasures untold Within the heart of these mountain trails Where God’s creatures remind us all God blesses each one With a purpose A function A aim
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March 24, 2021 at 9:38 AM
I'm not a hunter, Regina, but this was a fascinating story, suspenseful. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. How about "An aim" instead of "A aim" at the very end? Nice work!
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