The quarry stands unaware

as through the scope I stare.
My heart quickens as I place
the cross hairs over his base.
The heart, that is my goal
through which to place a hole
That will end my quarry's life.
I begin to shake at the thrill
But then balk, when I come across my kill.
For though I knew the outcome
and welcomed such
I did not want to take so much
But, still I gather my prize
knowing that it will never again rise.