Buck-Fever

I wake up to the sound of my alarm Yawn and stretch and throw on my clothes As I look out the window it's misting, no harm The bow is ready, the deer will pose The mist has stopped, the air is fresh Sun is rising in the morning from the east Can't wait to get there, oh yes! My imagination is having a feast Peaceful and tranquil as I walked the grounds Nature on Earth is like God's Heaven At my stand, my bow full-drawn, I make no sounds I released my arrow at a buck named "Devon" The arrow flew swiftly, collapse is near Overcoming buck-fever, I got a deer!