Hunting In The Dark Poem by poem whore

Hunting In The Dark



The twitter of a bird as it's perched on a tree
is replaced by the faint whistle of a rocket
fly-in over me
the sound of a BOOM wakens me from my sleep
as I run up to a hill top to spot whoever is looking at me
NVG's as they are known to me
give me my eyes in the dark of night
Killing the hunter when he comes out to strike

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