A Sportsman On the Weekends
Some things can’t be fixed
any other way says Bill
in his bedroom
on the third floor
hoping to get some sleep
after working the third shift.
He adjusts the scope on
his hunting rifle, makes certain
the silencer’s on right
glares out the window at
a bull terrier barking all day,
a dog that has never worked
a day in its life, Bill says.
In another minute the terrier
will never have to either
Donal Mahoney
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