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Pulling the Trigger

September 27, 2018
By Dannyed SILVER, Rolla, Missouri
Dannyed SILVER, Rolla, Missouri
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My breath spirals up

into the cold winter air.

Beside me, a chipmunk

hunts for buried nuts and acorns.


Dad taps my shoulder

and points to down the rock ledge

that we have situated ourselves on.

I slowly lower my head down and see it,

an eight point buck is grazing on a clover patch,

its brown body contrasts with the

light green foliage.


I grasp for the rifle at my feet

and aim the cross hairs behind the shoulder.

Everything slows down as

I

pull

the

trigger.

BOOM!

I lift my head from the scope

And squint through the gray,

settling smoke.


A smile appears on my face

as I see the deer’s upturned legs.

“Nice shot!”, Dad says.

My legs start to shake,

having difficulty

with holding up my excitement.

I wish that everybody

could feel the way I feel..


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem for my love of the great outdoors and hunting.


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