The Hunt
I watch as you draw nigh,
slowly counting paces,
slowly drawing back,
I count the steps as my heart races,
to bring you down, with one straight shot,
my arm draws back, and muscles tense
sweat drips down my brow
cunning, quick, I cannot miss
any closer and you'll see me
I've got to take the shot if I'm to do this
with memories and guidance of my father
and his before him... I let loose my weapon..
"WHACK" I GOT HIM!
a direct hit...
Now to sanitize my desk,
for once again I've killed another pesky fly...
Flies 0 Michael 7
Copyright © Michael Hornschuch | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment