The Rifle

Im trapped inside a dark and cold gun safe Im Feeling lonely and without a grin with not a thing to do but wait to strafe alone until a crack of light creeps in I hear the squeak and creak of gun safe door The light grows bright, the shadows slowly creep I feel uneasy, footsteps on the floor Around my snout Im yanked from days of sleep A blaze of light then strikes me with a jolt I feel my legs unfold Im placed upright A cold, hard bullet placed within my bolt In shoulders grip, a deers within my sight With sudden heat a bullets gone from me My job fulfilled, I rest against a tree Ethan Rendall Yr 7