hunt
I chose my prey from afar And it knew its death was near. I advanced upon my target As i neared it sensed my presence, I could tell it was male by it's cry. The horror of death slipped into its heart. My mark ran in terror of itself. I unstrapped my weapon from my back The gleaming black metal shining In the moonlight from above. Click says the clip, clack says the bolt Telling me it's ready for me. I followed my charge close It loped like deer through the forest. I followed across the grid-like fields Between trees as tall as redwoods. My prey resting, thinking .No longer being followed. The gun against my shoulder I fire a shot through it's thigh. Running, sprinting in fear, Bleeding like a broken hose. I chase through the forest of buildings I stop and fire. Pain in its shoulder. Time to Finish?, I say to myself. YES. Placing my rifle on my back I draw my silenced pistol And chase my target through the city streets. I catch my Prey in a dead end alley. My mark knowing it's trapped kneels. I quickly raise my gun To his forehead. I begin to pull the trigger. Every shot of his face Comes to mind. His sneers, his grimaces, And now the somber face. The hammer slams forward. A red and white shower Splatters onto a blue wall. With my job done, I dissapear To never return.
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