hunter, motionless, in position
at edge of spacious field
remains behind poplars for cover
rare opening day has elements
for perfection; no breeze
little sun, good cloud cover
kind of day the deer show up
with practised ease,
rapid precision, noiselessly
he slips one shot into chamber
releases the safety
cuffs pocket nearest rifle’s grip
checking more ammo tumbling
at the ready
simultaneously he holds
scope on deer
across the field
cross-hairs on glass
show doe’s blood throbbing
with every pulsation
in her neck
right now he feels like God
he’s almost weightless
deer’s life is in his hands
he knows he’s good enough
to bring her down
trophies on wall at home
attest to that
but lately – and this
is becoming puzzling
no – more than that –
a troubling enigma
does he want to?
does he want to
deliver the shot
that causes the
death-spasm
to another animal?
lately he’s been
indecisive
lately he finds
he enjoys feeling
like God
more and more
he lowers his gun
half-watches the doe
bound off
wonders if
he’s losing his grip
S.E.Ingraham©
inspired by Sunday Whirl Wordle 34
inspired by Sunday Whirl Wordle 34
