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As I Kneel: a short poem

Updated on June 3, 2014

Fingertips strung bright red,

an eye so sharp and dialed.

I see my target-

Exhale.

Release!

and he is followed.


I track the crimson trail

on adrenaline- my fuel,

to see him laying,

still breathing in a pool.


Clouds of life arise

from his slowly

fading breaths.

In seas of endless sky,

his eyes pierce my soul.

He rests.


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      Brian Loewer 2 years ago from Portland, Oregon

      lol they are, Verita :)

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      Verita 2 years ago

      Hmm 'JBC'...sounds delicious. Yummy ;)

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Good good stuff, I dig it.

      EWF

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      FitnezzJim 3 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

      I gave up hunting because of that. A baby deer crossed my path, eyes wide and innocent. I said to myself, too young to shoot. Then I thought, but what of his mother?

      I never hunted again, and became a follower of fast-food burger joints.

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