Trees towering overhead,
Little fuzy-tails,
Rolling over in bed.
Lungful of fresh air,
a leaf floating down,
Dew drops in my hair.
Fall is here,
I wake early,
Grab my gear.
Kiss her cheek,
sweet nothings,
ill be gone a week.
Babbling brook,
wings aflutter,
cold natured truck.
Crinkle of leaves,
under my feet,
Swaying trees.
All these things,
I remember,
from my dreams.
Almost here,
cannot wait,
It draws near.
Leather slings,
Gun oil,
these wonderful things.
I cant wait for,
I cannot sleep,
Out the door.
Its Hunting season,
time to go,
this is my reason.
A Safe and Happy Hunting Season to All
Jamesrus