kittypaws
06-22-2010, 10:30 PM
I have worked on this piece a bit and since it is so close to me now...I am having problems titling it and hoping Someone will offer titles. As usual any comments that might help me write better are also appreciated!
He pulled back the arrow,
His arms quivered with the strain.
He took a deep breath
And tried again.
Holding tight to the bow,
He shuts his left eye;
And with his right
Lined up the sight.
It flies from his fingers,
Leaving a powerful sting.
And over shoots the mark.
Shaking away the burn,
Once again he takes aim
As his heart is a blaze.
Another deep breath,
Stronger arms this time.
He pulls the arrow back
The site right in his eye.
Another heated shot flies
This one lands
Dead center.
amanda curtis ~ Kittypaws
He pulled back the arrow,
His arms quivered with the strain.
He took a deep breath
And tried again.
Holding tight to the bow,
He shuts his left eye;
And with his right
Lined up the sight.
It flies from his fingers,
Leaving a powerful sting.
And over shoots the mark.
Shaking away the burn,
Once again he takes aim
As his heart is a blaze.
Another deep breath,
Stronger arms this time.
He pulls the arrow back
The site right in his eye.
Another heated shot flies
This one lands
Dead center.
amanda curtis ~ Kittypaws