Hunting

May 29, 2008
By Cody Clemons, Grand Haven, MI

The tree stand was high up,
My nerves and adrenaline were high,
The green and orange leaves were picked up by the faint wind.
I gazed through the trees up ahead
Nothing had appeared.
I began to get bored.

Snapping of twigs,
I look to my right.
The great buck stood motionless.
Quietly, I raised my gun
Took aim.

As the bullet guided through the barrel I knew
I knew I had a hit.


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