Adventure in Narrative Poem

Great Moments In War

Bearing down on the men
with barrel and site, he smirked
the gleam of metal polished black

camouflage hid him and his intentions
rolling over to a tighter corner, he waited
logic says one or more will wander over

taking a breath, he exhaled calm
loving the feel of his finger on the trigger
as a set of legs turns his direction

drawing in tight with just a squeeze at the ready
he squeezes back as it fires out, soaking John
from head to toe, his trigger ready for more

Written by souladareatease
10th May 2020 10:45pm