Poetry

Perusing A Forest

It is what it is
Rollerblading thru a forest
I shot a grizz
Lee bear
With a crossbow
Blood on its fur
Bleed on its hair

I continued skating
Berating squirrels and little birdies
I looked at my compass
And it said the time was 3:30

One more hour before sundown
And the hunters with the nocturnal guns come out
They do not like the crossbow kid
Once I hid from six
Of them
And shot two with one
Arrow pierced thru them
And I ran off, almost got caught
But I’ve become faster ever since
These roller skates I bought

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