I wake early before the birds are stirring

Loading the car with all the supplies

Long drive in the dark with the tires whirling

I get to the land before sunrise

A walk through the wet grass under the moon lit trees

Reaching the stand to make my ascent

I take in my surroundings and feel the cool breeze

While stifling my noise so the day won’t be ill spent

The sun rises reflecting off the nearby lake

A deer creeps in from the woods to my right

I breath slowly, so I won’t quake

I must be careful or it will take flight

I raise my bow and pray the deer continues its course

Looking down my arrow I find the spot

I take aim at its life source

              After a moment, I take the shot