Hunting Season

Waking up before the sun,
Drinking a cup of hot chocolate to warm the blood,
Putting layers upon layers on to keep the heat in,
The last layer to be put on is the one that makes you seems apart of the woods,
With the bullet in the gun and stepping into the outdoors with nothing but the moon light to help you find your way,
With every step drawling you closer and closer to your stand,
With every step up the ladder the woods begin to lighten,
Sitting in the stand looking all around as far as the eye can see,
Seconds led to minutes as minutes to hours,
Sitting, Praying to see a brown body appear,
The waiting finally pays off,
The heart begins to tense,
Breathing becomes heavy and shaky,
Trembling hands pulling the gun up,
Looking through the sight with the cross-hairs on it's shoulder,
Hand on the trigger and when the moment is right giving it a good squeeze,
One shot,
One bullet,
One dead deer