Mid Spring Day - Poem by Ryan Glover
The sun blazes high in the sky,
As a gentle breeze blows by.
The blooming flowers of all kind,
Hides the rifle’s metallic shine.
A deer walks slowly in the trees,
The hunter watches on bended knees.
The deer grazes unwary of its foe,
The imminent danger it does not know.
The hunter slides the bullet into place,
A deathly grin comes over his face.
The deer happily grazes on,
The beautiful mid-spring day will soon be gone.
The hunter grips his gun so tightly,
All that is left is to pull the trigger, ever so slightly.
A blast signals the bullet is away,
To ruin this beautiful mid-spring day.
The hunter triumphantly begins to rise,
To claim his kill, his glorious prize.
No matter winter, spring, summer, or fall,
It’s scary to know man’s nature can destroy them all.
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