March 25, 2009
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Sitting waiting
It’s coming
He can since it
Camouflaged and
Quiet as not to
Scare he takes
Aim looking for the
Perfect shot

Their eyes
Meet and
Become one
Now grazing
On a fern
He hears it
The cock
Of a gun
It startles him
So he looks up
To investigate

A gun shout
Bellows through
Out the forest
Then nothing

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