07/19/08
Hunting
Follow up:
I wake early, long before sunrise
Some would say that this is not very wise
I know my game, my prey, what I will hunt
This is my desire, my choice, what I want
I feel the silence just before dawn
Then comes the rush, the high I\'m on
That first step, hiking to my site
This is mine, my God given right
I cautiously approach my chosen spot
forever nervous that I would be caught
I taste the air, and test the breeze
I know the grass, weeds, brush and trees
My senses strain as I settle in
waiting for the sun, waiting to begin
First the squirrels are heard at play
My blood begins rushing, so I calmly pray
The first signs of light hit the sky
Brilliant reds begin to stream on high
The chill of the morning reaching down deep
I recognize small animals that begin to creep
The mice, and hare. The opossum and sparrow
I know these creatures, and leave alone my arrow
Patience as practiced for hours on end
unwavering stillness, refusing to bend
I enjoy the display mother nature provides
my negative emotions and feelings subside
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