Poetry Blogs (austrailia)
Sitting patiently atop his tree camouflaged
against the enemy, the sniper waits.
For three days and three nights he has waited
to do his duty for Imperial Japan.
Along the trail walks the enemy. Alert and ready
but not looking up, for this is where the sniper is,
waiting, watching, ready right now.
Levelling his gun, he takes careful aim.
Friday 30th March 2012 11:27 am