A Single Shot Poem by Joshua Reece Wylie

The wind bellows;
Unrelenting, pounding, cold.
A dog barks sending sharp shivers down my spine.
Lying on my front my nose presses against the mud, It's earthy smell filling my nostrils.
Footsteps quicken, voices rise as I taste the salty sweat on my brow.
They've found me.
Reaching for my revolver I grasp it firmly, assured at last.
A single shot fires, it's echoes piercing the night as the thirsty ground soaks up my blood.