Bow Hunter
I sit and I wait, and I wait some more,
I watch and wonder and do implore;
I have my bow and arrow in hand,
my eyes scan left, right, all over the land;
I listen to the blue jays as they scream "man",
I hear the squirrels and sit as still as I can;
my ears are tuned to hear the snap of a twig,
I wait for the buck that has grown so very big;
then I see the shadow move through the brush,
I wait and wait with the silence of a hush;
there he is, 10 beautiful points sit above his eyes,
raise, draw, aim, release and away my arrow flies.
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