I fired the shotgun into the night
Do you know what I was trying to kill?
I’m asking you,
Do you know what I am trying to kill?
It is cold
Snow crisp under our feet
I light a fire so we can warm our hands
You watch the embers
Amazed how they refuse to die
We do not care
That we are trespassing
It may be the inspiration for our hunt
The wind slowly whispering through the trees
Looking for all the signs things are about to change
The darkness welcomes the shotgun blast
Absorbing it into nothing
Asking for another
Which I furnish as if I have a choice
Until the chamber is empty

Myron Shutte