Change of Heart

Perched,

camouflaged,

waiting.

I've searched,

I'm baiting.

Oh, the crunch of snow!

Footsteps crush one of a kind masterpieces

never to be seen.

Oh, the thrill I know,

as deer search for green.

Falling,

pure,

the snow.

I'm calling.

It can't know

it's false.

Unexpected –

the end.

It always falls –

in the end,

to the gun,

sometimes painful,

but fast.

It'll run,

but not last.

Like these flakes,

unimportant,

that also fall.

Neither wake –

at all.

I take aim.

Aim higher,

want to fire.

The same as last time,

little drier.

Then, I am hit

in the nose full force.

This is it.

Shows,

of course,

meaning

wind blows:

symbols,

lessons at times:

spring cleaning,

simple rhymes...

or this crystal that attacked me.

Just one like it, and so soon gone!

Melted by my body heat.

Strange things I see!

I'll let the deer go on

and run,

put down my gun.

Might as well take it apart,

as I've been beat

by a change of heart.