"Ambush Trail"
On soft pine needles I sat not deep
Betraying my presence not a single peep
From a bird or squirrel, that love to play
In boughs and limbs beneath a sky of gray
Evening’s hour is all around
Softening all the green and brown
A gentle breeze upon my face
As my heart quickens and begins to race
Fingers put tension on the string
In anticipation of a shaft to fling
For on the trail ahead, there did appear
Forked horns on a blacktail deer
But, the shot was a miss I'm sad to say
No venison to be had this ending day
Wrecked by the fever we know so well
As I sat beside my ambush trail
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