Opening day still two weeks away <br />I break out the camoflauge <br />Put the paint on my face <br />Camo' my shotgun and laugh <br />It's not loaded, but I'm on my way <br /> <br />A trophy buck will be in the rut <br />So don't think like a human <br />Be a trunk or a stone in the rough <br />Be seen but not heard, yet in tune <br />I turn into the wind with my crutch <br /> <br />A coyote comes home <br />And won't stay for his fear <br />Don't move and breath slow <br />Soon my buck will be here <br />His weight is two eighty or so <br /> <br />I'm not wrong and he's awesome <br />Standing six feet away <br />Both in shock and eyes locked <br />We find our souls are the same <br />His head bows and hoof claws <br />Moving left for my scent <br />Then center to right <br />Further left, further right, then left <br />And comes back to center to fight <br />Exits Left, as I say - Cigarette?<br /><br />Robert Wynn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exits-left/
