The Hunt

By: Hunter Rahto

I wake early before the birds are stirring
Loading the car with all the supplies
Long drive in the dark with the tires whirling
I get to the land before sunrise

A walk through the wet grass under the moon lit trees
Reaching the stand to make my ascent
I take in my surroundings and feel the cool breeze
While stifling my noise so the day won’t be ill spent
The sun rises reflecting off the nearby lake
A deer creeps in from the woods to my right
I breath slowly, so I won’t quake
I must be careful or it will take flight

I raise my bow and pray the deer continues its course
Looking down my arrow I find the spot
I take aim at its life source
              After a moment, I take the shot