Pine needles, fallen trees scatter the floor
Trails winding through the trees
A deer sighted up ahead
Bam! It's dead
It's huntin' season
Decked out in camo
You retrieve your kill
Venison chili soon to be in your stomach
A squirrel rustles the leaves
Bam! That's dead too
Squirrel brains on your plate
A successful day during huntin' season
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Collection 2
PoetryThis is my second poetry collection. Filled with poems of AMAZINGNESS!! :D
