A deer standing still.
Eyes glancing, flickering about the woods.
Tail twitched, head went down.
Grazing while birds chirp.
Gun brought up.
Sights resting on unsuspecting prey.
Finger curled around a cold, hard trigger.
A sigh heard, gun brought down.
Barrel almost disappointed, load still in place.
A deer walked.
Going through the still silence of the forest
The hunter let it go, awed by the mystical presence.
Waiting for another day.
Karli Keppers of Proctor