NOVEMBER 4TH

on a cool November morning ,
well before dawn.
I sit high in the oak,
p.a.’s rut is now on!


as night turns to day,
and the forest awakes.
I spot a young doe ,
and my way she snakes.


as she gets closer,
she keeps looking back.
ensuring a predator ,
hasn’t picked up her track.


I come to full draw,
as she passes my post.
but let her pass safely,
its not her I want most!


slowly he follows,
nose to the ground.
one thing on his mind,
as strange scents abound.


as I draw back ,
and the bows limbs bend.
I feel a slight sorrow,
that lifes cycle will come to an end.