November Woods

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem of just enjoying nature as I hunt while not hunting at all.

Submitted: November 21, 2012

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Submitted: November 21, 2012

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White mushrooms grow

on a fallen tree.

Dead leaves crunch

beneath boots.

With bow in hand,

I sit patient.

Waiting.

One day a deer

will come by.

 


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