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Hunting

October 21, 2024
By swagmoneyryker BRONZE, Chester, Illinois
swagmoneyryker BRONZE, Chester, Illinois
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The engine of my fourwheeler hums to life

I pack my stuff and grab my knife

I grab bow my and some extra arrows

Im getting a headache from these stupid sparrows

I hit the gas heading the woods

my ears are cold so I put on my hood

I climb in my stand not making a sound 

I turn my head looking all around

I see white all on the ground

my face is numb from the snow

I hear a crack

I grab my bow

I see a deer its rack big and tall

I can just imagine watching it fall 

with the draw of my bow I hold my breathe

the deer stares at me not knowing its staring right at death.


The author's comments:

This is just a little poem about hunting.


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