Game
In the wilderness, not a sound meets the ear,
not a chatter of children playing with their dollhouse
or pretend horsemen harnessing their mounts
or “Look Daddy see what I can do!”
A crow shatters the silence with its urgent call.
It jars me from my reverie, and with my rifle
I climb the makeshift ladder to the lookout,
hoping to bag some meat for my family,
so they can continue happily at their games.
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