I was sitting in the woods, a cold wind against my back
My bow rested on my knee, the arrows poised for attack
The leaves rustled in the wind and the trees swayed to and fro
An owl hooted “who,whoo,whooo?” I answered “I don’t know”
I looked over through the fog-ridden air and through the trees I see
The sun peeking through the woods looking back at me
The first sounds of life are heard as the forest awakes
The birds singing in the air the fishes jumping from the lakes
From in between the cedar trees there comes a mighty buck
I thought to myself “what a stroke of luck”
I slowly draw back my bow and take careful aim
The deer notices nothing it’s practically tame
The bow makes a loud snap as it fires it’s arrow
But the deer is too quick for me and takes off toward the woods
I knew I had missed my chance and took off my hood
While I went to retrieve my arrow the deer snickered from the trees
I knew what he was laughing at, he was laughing at me