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Hunting

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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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