Treasure Island

Tegan McGrath


The Hunting Game


The thud of hooves on the moist dirt ground
The bark of the old blood hound
The crack of the bullet as it shreds through the trees
The scream of the doe as she falls to her knees
The bang of the bullet as it ended the pain
The slide of the knife that he uses for game
The cries of the fawn as it yearns for it's mother
The laughs of the man who cares for no other

Submitted: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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