Silently searching through the forest
we come upon a vast open field
leaves swirling with the gusts.
We stay downwind,
careful not to scare
the peaceful wanderers
who continue on with their daily routines,
unaware that a calm season has passed
and a dangerous one has come.

Out of place
I grasp the frame,
cold metal presses against my fingers.
I crouch down steadying the weapon,
my hands tremble as I focus in.
With Dad judging behind
I hesitantly pull the trigger,
but miss.
He confidently squeezes the trigger,
and hits.
Vulnerable and defeated
the light leaves our eyes.