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November
September 16, 2016
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.
© Miranda R., Wyoming, MI
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This poem descibes what i love doing in November and talks about what i love to do outside.