Hands Of JudgmentA Poem by King Wolfe (Dylan A. King)A Native American Hunter, Hunting In The Cold Of Winter. 1-5th place award in the sincerity club weekly contestits almost winter, and the temperture is just above the freezing mark, i am bundled up as I sit in my perch, high in a tall pine tree, on the edge of a thick line of other trees of many types, surrounding a patch of clear land about an acre in size, snow has not yet fallen in this area, so there is is still green to be seen on the ground below, though most trees are bare, and lacking color
As I wait, I have muffled my breathing, and resisted the urge to move as not to aware any passing deer that might fall victim to my waiting hand of judgement, which is weilding a wooden recurve bow to take down my victim with skill and stealth.
after waiting for more than a hour a deer walks by, its a doe, and i quietly take a deep breath and load an arrow, then begin to slowly pull back the string, when i reach full draw I quickly but stealthly, aim to take a shot at the doe which I have almost set my hand of judgement upon.
when suddenly she stops and turns to look in the direction she has come from, i hesitate and begin to hear what sounds like another deer...no, perhaps...two deer, then they come into sight, they are the doe`s fawns no more than four or five months old, hardly old enough to take care on their own, i lift my falling hand and return the bow to its resting state letting pass the doe and her two fawns, to live another day, free of harm from the lone hunters hand of judgement. © 2012 King Wolfe (Dylan A. King) |
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Added on September 22, 2012 Last Updated on September 28, 2012 Tags: Hunt, Hunting, Native American, Native American Hunter AuthorKing Wolfe (Dylan A. King)Stokesdale, NCAboutI am a newly self-discovered poet from Winston-Salem, North Carolina and I created this page to share my work and hopefully become discovered enough to become published, well there you have it the r.. more..Writing
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