Hunting Season
A gaggle of wild geese flies in the bright morning sky,
quickly the bald, smirking hunter raises his rifle high;
but in his ineptitude he hits a different target instead,
his old hunting buddy resting peacefully in the shade.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2006
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