I walk into the woods to find a tree
A tree that must be tall with perfect view
A tree that must have dense leaves to hide me
To help me carry out what I will do
I reach around and clasp my climber stand
Nervous about the climb that I must make
I get into position bow in hand
Being silent because of what’s at stake
In the brush I hear a tiny sparrow
The noise makes me think I will have good luck
Noise, I quickly load a camo arrow
Underneath my tree a monstrous brown Buck
I draw back finally it is my day
The bow string snaps, the hunter has his prey
This is pretty strong, Kevin! Some of the sound at the end could use another draft, I think. Something about "good luck" sounds just a bit off. Do you agree?
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Good start.
I really liked reading this one in class. My family is big on hunting so I could really relate to it as well.
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