There he stood, caught in my cross hairs scar on his nose lit by the sun the brown bear that had left his mark on my back I held my breath, my body taut The light behind my back The Gods had cast his fate into my hands He turned to face me His gaze that of a dragon, flames at the ready For a split second, I felt myself in grave danger A host of thoughts entered my mind One being, last time I didn’t have a rifle Feeling armed, I stood my ground All those scribbled notes of revenge vanished As we locked eyes, I could tell he had no interest in me I lowered my rifle. Today, we both live…
©Anita Dawes 2022
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