Michael Hornschuch Poet Rhyme

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

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T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet July 27, 2011 at 5:11 PM Fantastic rhyme Micheal really enjoyed.Thanks for the congrats and for the no.3 placement in your contest.~Teresa~

Jslambert Mister Roboto July 24, 2011 at 2:06 PM hey man nice shot! :)

Elizabeth Wesley July 23, 2011 at 8:28 PM I thought you were hunting big game! But you made the fly was a big adventure.

David Williams July 22, 2011 at 6:24 AM hey Michael, i like this i have an actual fly gun, works great, ha ha David Michael Hornschuch July 22, 2011 at 6:27 AM yeah? where'd you buy it!!? I"m about at my wit's end with flies at work LOL (:-)~ I'm just using my trusty fly swatter now...thought I'd start the day with something a bit humorous...