Sniper

An unknowing buck comes into view
The call has worked, anticipations grew
This killing field was once a nature park
Sweaty hands grasp the bow and prepare its mark
Arrow now readied he’s taken aim
This sniper has waited without shame
Premeditating his murder plot
Mercilessly, he takes the shot
The arrow rips into the buck’s side
Not an instant kill but the coward tried
With a leap of terror, shock and pain
His blood sprayed out like rain
Panicked and injured he attempt to run
His hell on earth, another’s fun
The arrow sinks deeper as he swings around
Weakening he staggers to the ground
Useless brutality once again will win
All hope lost the buck starts to give in
One last thrash and a labored breath
His warm blood steams the frigid air
His eyes grow dim and cast an empty stare
Meanwhile tucked away in a nearby tree
The smiling youngster sits in safety
Dad pats his son’s brainwashed head
” I’m proud of you” he smiled and said.

Copyright Janet Riddle

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