Duck Blind

Camouflage
Persona hemorrhage
Moving target
Now sitting silent
In the still
Misty predawn of morn
The girl with the
Tragic tale
Such the mystifying wale
Hiding in the tree line
I see them
I take my aim

My circle is small
High is my wall
I'll play the game
Without shame
Just don't think
It's so easy to come in
To this duck blind sin

Those that remain
Share the scars
Of a different name
I make them tea
As I settle back
Taking aim
At a stranger's plea
To enter
This door
Does not open easily
Nor will it splinter