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Moonlight
The dripping moonlight guides me through the path
My Longbow keeps me company, shadows and light creeping over the wood
A gleaming rattle emanates off the arrows from my quiver
Six, or five rather, I’m aware
For one, is waiting to pounce
The clouds block out the moon, and for an instant I am still
Silver, fading off the reflecting snow,
Into Darkness
My breath catches, I feel my arm slowly locking back
I wait till the woods are illuminated again, silver light casting shadows around me
My eyes dart, resting the arrows on my lips
Silence
Walking, I feel at home, cursing the snow crunching under my feet
For a moment I imagine the summer, pine needles a silent swish
A shadow dances, to my left, barely in sight
I turn to look, and the breeze shakes the trees, dilating in the light
Silence
Chilling frost bites into my face, adding to the snow already in my boots.
The clouds are blowing fast, and for a few seconds I find myself in wrapped in a black abyss
I relax the string, placing another arrow in my hand,
Watching as it peers up at me, a glimmering spear searching for prey
Crunch
A moose dares me to move, ambling slowly in the distance
My moment has come
Two more arrows in my hands, pressing one against the handle, knocking the other
I train the arrows to my lips, all 80 pounds on my shoulders, kissing the knocks
Waiting
Breathing in
Step, Step
Breathing out
Step, Step
Breathing in
Step, Step, Step
Breathing out
Pause
Breathing in
Aiming
Firing
A cry of pain releases me from my trance, both found their target
3 seconds, and the third joins the rest
Crunching darkness, as I walk
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