Pleasant
She crept the forest plain
Muscles rotating like giant Wheels
Amber locks Matted From Life
Eyes to Us Lazily Subdued
Shells Like Red Rockets
Fully Loaded and Glistening From the Sweat of Anticipation
Two Men
Impeccably Clean Fatigues
The Younger’s First Pair
By A Stream
Water frigid
Paw Producing Currents
like Speedboats
She Paws Unaware
His Shoulder sore
From Awkward Technique
Father Stares Proudly
Birds Flee Spontaneously
He Takes picture of Him
By First KILL
He Smiles
While Missing The Point
He’s never seen him
So Pleased
Standing so Prominent
From Perspective of bended Knees
He Has To Go GET Something
“To Transport the carcass”
He says
“Keep a eye on IT”
And leaves.
Boy stands proud
Before the Kill
Feeling A Little Lonely
The shotgun
Feels heavier.
A tree snaps
And HE Twists
Hoping Not Miss
One second
Of A Moment
Like This.
His eyes casting down
As he Fills up the Wholes
Killing One more is his only Goal
A roar like an engine
Young Boy, Feeling Like A SOUL Stealer
A second Later
A Father blasted FROM A FOUR WHEELER.
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