Hunter
Camouflaged under the moon,
Two clicks to the right to zoom,
Slowly I adjust my sights,
Focusing on candlelight...
I hold my breath so I can aim,
Till none is left for me to blame,
Adjusting for the faintest wind,
That her hair is blowing in...
Careful not to make a sound,
Crushing roses on the ground,
I laid down the night before,
So I could lay the trap once more...
All I had to do was wait,
Because the prey just took the bait,
I persued with so much vigor,
Just my pulse would pull the trigger...
As I looked toward my mark,
I saw it pierced her in the heart,
So I kneeled on both my knees,
To see who fell in love with me...
Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2011
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