Poetry
Ghost Hunter
By Nick Cruz (aka Grey Hawk)
With the sun on my back and the wind in my face I’m off to hunt my favorite place.
Today the desert ghost will be my prey, I’ve chased these Coues many a day.
He’s smart as a fox and quick as a cat, but today I know I’m up for that.
Through my glass I spot the ghost, “oh my god he’s bigger than most”.
Sun on my back, wind in my face, I grab my bow and start the chase.
Through the desert I slowly crawl , for the ghost can see and hear all.
I draw my bow and let one fly, I should have known that ghosts don’t die.
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