Hiding

Hidden in a bush,

I am invisible;

Lurking.

Preying.

Wet, soaked through, but unafraid.

Gun in hand;

Stalking.

Waiting.

For a man I know not, nor never met.

To put a bullet in his head,

from close range.

No mistake.

If dad could see me now,

he'd be so proud

of his little boy

his rebel son, now grown.

Fighting for the cause

that took his father's life

by skulking

in a bush.

Reviews

[Britaini Gross]

I love this. The atmosphere is so dark but very intriguing! I'm also very attracted to the construction of this piece, the layout is so perfect. Good work!