Waiting for Their Return

Departing once more

The hunters went back to their stands.

Those of us left Wait for their return;

No where to go, trapped at camp

For the fear of scaring away the harvest.

Between guitar songs

One, two, three shots are heard,

We wait and hope for more.

Four, five, six shots and more guitar.

Finally seven and eight and,

They return one by one.
Five deer, two misses, and one run away

Is the price of waiting for their return.

11/15/08