In the Woods
My friend, so much like a brother to me,
has met me in these woods where we like
to hunt for pesky animals we see.
I’ve brought my bow and arrows on this hike.
Because I’ve known this friend most of my life,
I have confided to him I believe
some man is paying visits to my wife
while I am out of town. I’m not naive!
Something he has told me now gives me pause.
I’m at a cliff. He’s somewhere at my back.
I lift my bow and turn around because
I hear him running . He’s on the attack.
He’ll shove me off this cliff and watch me die?
In an instant, I let an arrow fly.
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