Daddy went hunting. <br />Mamma went too. <br />Daddy got a deer, <br />but Mamma got two. <br /> <br />Mamma told her story <br />while Daddy stood by <br />looking like at any time <br />he was gonna cry. <br /> <br />We all thought ''He's jealous <br />he only got one.'' <br />But, Daddy had a reason <br />he didn't shoot his gun. <br /> <br />The buck was at his blind. <br />He seen him at close range. <br />The path was clear and all at once <br />Daddy felt something strange. <br /> <br />He knew that she was waiting <br />over in her stand. <br />He had bagged so many deer. <br />Her fate was in his hands. <br /> <br />He tossed a stick to scare the deer. <br />He sat and watched it run. <br />He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot <br />(OR HER HUNTING DAYS WERE DONE!) <br /> <br />He sat patiently waiting <br />for the gunshot near her stand. <br />When he heard her yell ''I GOT ONE! '' <br />he finally unclenched his hands. <br /> <br />The deer was his gift to her <br />although she never knew, <br />why Daddy only got one deer <br />and she got two.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-the-hunting-trip/
