A Stroll During Hunting Season Poem by Billy Loving

Pounding of the heart
Awakening with a start
A gun's loud retort
My peaceful slumber cut short
Rising tide of panic within
Chilling breeze on my clammy skin

I hear the leaves rustle
Behind the bushes I hustle
Eyes scanning all around
Hearing the footsteps as they touch the ground
An image takes shape through the trees
My panic it does ease

A friendly greeting
Pleasing, joyous meeting
Grinning hunter with his prey
My fear it does allay
His prize I plainly see
There will be, no more sleeping in the woods for me