((This is a deer that has defiantly caught your silent stalker's eye. P.S. That's me and .243 wodd is a .243 rifle. ))

To him a simple day, an effortless morning.
All it takes for me is the right shot from the .243 wood,
and I can turn his minuscule dawn to a immense dusk.
Weapon in hand, constantly yearning.
I wait a fortnight but only an instant.
And through the scrub he emerges,
Leaping in to my throat my heart pounds.
My moment is coming, I mustn't be absent.
Sliding to a stop, the buck snorts.
Oblivious to my presence, I lift the scope.
He raises his elegant head,
upon which; antlers of brilliant quartz.
My breath, catches in my throat.
I see where to hit and realize,
what I'm really about to do.
My conscious argues like two people on a different note.
Time running short.
I see his muscles bunch,
about to follow his partner.
In my mind's eye I know not to abort.
In a flicker, I raise the gun.
Before the buck can dance away,
The safty is off and the trigger pulled.
The deed is done.

To him a simple day, an effortless morning.
All it takes for me is the right shot from the .243 wood,
and I can turn his minuscule dawn to a immense dusk.
Weapon in hand, constantly yearning.
I wait a fortnight but only an instant.
And through the scrub he emerges,
Leaping in to my throat my heart pounds.
My moment is coming, I mustn't be absent.
Sliding to a stop, the buck snorts.
Oblivious to my presence, I lift the scope.
He raises his elegant head,
upon which; antlers of brilliant quartz.
My breath, catches in my throat.
I see where to hit and realize,
what I'm really about to do.
My conscious argues like two people on a different note.
Time running short.
I see his muscles bunch,
about to follow his partner.
In my mind's eye I know not to abort.
In a flicker, I raise the gun.
Before the buck can dance away,
The safty is off and the trigger pulled.
The deed is done.