I walk out
under wind blown canopy
forest trail
rain soaked
quiet
stealthy
collect last moments of light
Doe
fawn
opportunity gone
I continue
Big buck
stomps
snorts
trespass challenge
I pull up my bow
like M-1 carbine
on patrol
heart racing reaction
Frozen
I watch
He turns bolts
proud
defiant
silhouette memory
ghost
Woodland King
Surprise Encounter By: David Bakke
Peace
