Poem Assignment

"The breeze stroked the leaves above me" Moving Day by Luke Johnson

The Anticipation of a Hunter
by: Katherine Dixon

As I crept through the hallow in mid-fall,
all I was surrounded by were the sounds
of nature, peaceful, calming. The sounds
of the bird, as it flutters away in terror of
disruption, the sound of the squirrel as it
frantically climbs up the tree, and the sound
of the deer cautiously approaching sight.

As *the breeze stroked the leaves above
me,* and the sun began to rise I knew my
success was fast approaching. My hands
grasped the gun and my palms began to
sweat. The large buck was in sight. I raised,
aimed, shot towards the long awaited prize.