040310h Sitting Overhead Poem by Manonton Dalan

rattling antler beneath a tree
chewing acorn nuts, no shot
between two giant oak trunks
few inches to the left would be
tight; enough for grain to squeak
and i'll take home a prize of meat

my blood shoots up to excitement
finger tightening, itching to squeeze
she turns her back to me, not easy
sun is rising, woods are getting dry
wind is picking up ruffling branches
accented by crackling and falling fruits

could be longest hour i've been waiting
i'm very lucky i have solid rest for my rifle
then she slowly showed her left shoulder
i can see her hair so clear on my scope
took deep breathe; wait; settle down then
i squeeze, she jumps and touches ground