Eyes darken, narrow, intense
Muscles quiver, stance rigid and tense
Slowly, quietly he moves in
And approaches the unsuspecting
Heartbeat quickens, breathing shallow
Choreographed movement as momentum builds
The marksman focuses on his prey
As he approaches the unsuspecting
Swiftly, boldly, all enduring
With one foul swoop the deed is done
The hunted lies at the feet of the marksman
As in this here battle, the marksman won
3 comments:
Fantastic. Has Glyn been shooting plastic grizzly bears again in the school yard? :-)
I like this one. It's different to your usual stuff.
No Bron,
not for a while, no
:)
You've been tagged!!!
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Cheers
Robyn
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