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November

I love to go in November
Crisp, and cold.
Twigs snap and crack
As I walk back.


The sun is rising and fog is fading.
The breeze is chilly.
The stand is in the distance.

I sit and wait, I hear birds
Chirp and peck.
The doe’s and buck’s are coming in,
I raise my gun and wait.

 

Bang! My gun goes off, the bullet
Explodes into the deer’s head.
The doe is not moving.
The doe is down and dead.




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