A Miss With No Swing

October 24, 2017
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Fog fades, as my eyes adjust. Rifle ready, I swiftly scan.          
Antlers appear. My finger hugs the trigger tightly. Kaboom.      
My prey falls, but by bullets from left. Sadness sinks in.

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