Poached Poacher (Flash Fiction) Poem by Joshua Hillard
Poached Poacher (Flash Fiction)
'Here he comes right on time, ' the poacher says pointing his gun. 'Oh it does my heart wonders to take the young.'
The cub reaches the bait pile set out and with a clear shot now the poacher clicks off his safety
'On the count of three: One... Two... Three! '
BOOOOOOM!
The cub takes off running into the woods as the poacher drops his gun and clasps his hands around his side to stop the bleedinh.
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