Pitch black outside, ten below zero, <br />Man I am freezing cold; <br />My age is starting to creep up on me, <br />and boy am I feeling old. <br />But as the sky starts to lighten, <br />once black starts to turn blue; <br />My heart starts to beat a little faster, <br />my energy and strength are renewed. <br />Then I see the ducks in the distance, <br />take off for their morning flight; <br />I no longer notice the cold, <br />as I keep the ducks in my sight. <br />Slowly I start to call, <br />I see the ducks look my way; <br />Their checkin out my decoy spread, <br />and the safety that is displayed. <br />They circle once, they circle twice, <br />Then I see them cup their wings; <br />They are going to try and land, <br />oh what happiness this brings. <br />Ten feet or so from the water, <br />just before they land; <br />I bring my shotgun to my shoulder, <br />and steady it with my hands; <br />I squeeze the trigger slowly, <br />and let my steel shot fly; <br />My aim is true, my shot is perfect, <br />I watch the ducks fall from the sky.<br /><br />Dwayne Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/duck-hunting/
