Hunting

Kurt Weston
Grade 10
Roseau Community School

Sitting at the base of a balsam tree,

The smell of the fall,

And the crunch of the leaves

The gobble of a turkey in the distance

Sitting in the woods,

Just waiting patiently,

For the great white one.

Wearing camouflage so it doesn't see me.

I hear steps in the crunchy leaves,

Will it come in or will I not even see it?

It's just a game I versus him.

Who will win?