A poem about hunting a deer. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In the stand, Elevated, high above land, I sat at the ready. My gaze ahead, perfectly steady. Hour after hour, seemed to crawl by, But I remained determined and spry. The day’s stillness becoming ever austere, When suddenly, A sound leapt into my ear. The noise of snapping twigs saturated the air. My eyes scanned around with a narrowing stare, As the mighty creature moved within range. My rifle restlessly awaiting the exchange. I drew in a slow, deep, purposeful breath, In preparation for the imminent death. Looking through the scope, I steadied the shot, Taking aim to make sure it was the appropriate spot. Fire! Death jumped from my gun. Penetrating the pulsating, blood pumping organ. It immediately collapsed into a heap on the ground, From it, there came not a single sound. It gave the ultimate price. And I honored the great animal’s sacrifice, This magnificent beast, For providing my family with a much needed feast. This poem consists of 24 lines. This poem consists of 6 stanzas with 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme for each stanza is a,a,b,b |