Obsession

Obsession looms in every thought

Camouflaged by desire

Leaving its trace in plain sight

 

Just my dad and I

We sit in the blind waiting,

Waiting for just that one chance

To see the horns that we so often chase.

 

Its as cold as you could hardly bare,

Yet we sit there.

Just my dad and I.

 

The sound of nothing is quite a sound,

As every move is amplified

When the sun sinks close to the trees.

 

The buck has arrived.

The trimmers set in and

He whispers, “Squeeze the trigger.”

 

As sight of him falling

Is a day well spent.

Just my dad and I.

Campfire

In a circle we sat,

Dazed by the light,

Lying to one another

On a starry night.

 

We drank some more beer,

To get the mood right,

And talked about deer,

Women, and fights.

 

And when I am tired

and memory a little hazy.

I return to my room

To sleep like a baby.