The Hunt
I feel the wind gusting through my hair
I hear my faithful hound bark aloud.
I see the dark red of the fox I am hunting
It gives me a great sensation.
I see my hound leaping out of the way s I pull the trigger of my rifle.
I see the fox tumble and roll as the bullet pierces the soft belly.
I see my dog pounce upon the carcass.
I feel proud for the fox is dead.
By Jerome Class 3