The Shot of Dreams

I laid down on the mound
And hoped that today I would be crowned,
I rested my head on the stock,
The blowing gale, threw around the wind sock.

A white square came into view
And a black circle, as small as the head of a screw,
I moved the crosshairs, and adjusted the scope,
Squeezed the trigger, inhaled and hoped.

The target went down, with a flash,
I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t trash,
It flew quickly back up, ‘twas hard to see,
Like looking through glass, was blurry to me.

The target finally came into view,
A six, ‘Phew’,
I filled up with delight and flicked out the case,
Put the next round in, with a smile on my face.