Monday, August 17, 2015

The Huntress Who Doesn't Hunt

I spy the huntress through the trees. 

She aims her arrow at something afar. 
She steadies her arm. 

Waits until her sight is in order. 
And releases her finger. 

Watching the narrow piece zoom to it's destination. 
Hoping she's accurate. 
Hoping she's on target. 
Knowing she's hit her mark. 

Zoe enjoys shooting arrows with her bow. 
She only shoots at a target, such as this homemade one she made on the back of a pizza box. 
She told me today when she was practicing "if I ever shot an animal, even by accident, I would bawl my eyes out." 

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