#4thyr

In and out, deep breaths I take;

I try to focus as my callous hands shake,

Closing one eye I try to aim,

Preparing to shoot, to hit my game.

 Climbing up in this spot is no easy task

Hit by the warm sun but not to bask

With my light physique, I positioned myself

Glad that the branch could withstand my health

 Hiding above the branches I wonder,

How much I can earn from each game some yards yonder.

Some very near, others farther

Anyways, my arrows will accelerate faster

 From among I see I target the fat one

Four-legged but cannot easily run

With its heavy built and hanging belly

Inertia won’t let you go away so easily

 Now I pick among my light arrows

And string it to my strong bow

Exert more force, to stretch, as I pull

So that as I release I will not be a fool

 Because with less mass it will accelerate more

And with how much I pulled the string to hit the boar

Now I watch it fly, nearing its target

And see my game panic in the danger near it

 As its steps pushes on the ground backward

The ground pushes back to propel it forward

It tries to run, but I apologize

You can’t do it faster because of your size

 We do our part but there are laws

That governs how our things pause

What more else can I add?

My dear, my dear, motion was in my hands

 In and out, deep breaths I took;

I tried to focus as my callous hands shook,

Closing one eye I tried to aim,

Released my arrow, and won my game.

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