The Hunter

A poem dedicated to my boyfriend who is out hunting deer!

He braves the cold as he climbs the hill
Its dark and he can barely see
The thrill he feels is worth the chill
He finds the perfect tree

High above the ground he waits
Silent as he sits so still
No matter how long it takes
The deer will be his meal

He listens carefully to every sound
Knowing the next could be the one
A deer with horns soon is bound
To meet with hunter and gun