Squatting behind a bush
My brows moisten in fierce
concentration
They draw closer.
A mosquito wheezes past my
ear.
Silence, total silence
Only their footsteps on dry
leaves
500 meters, then 100 meters
Our fingers tighten on our
triggers.
A pair of blue eyes stares at
me
In shock, in disbelief;
Then, as we pull our triggers
The vision blurs in smoke and
blood.
