Gun haiku

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Eight brass cartridges
suspended in the cool air
smoke curls from locked slide

Speed draw double tap
Mozambique and then footwork
RO out to lunch
 
weeding my garden
a bear on the hill says "woof"
and ambles back home

winter's frozen breath
freezes brass in icy hands
that crunch under foot

deer season is gone
winter is the time for school
back to the high road
 
John Browning's P-35:
So far it's kept me alive
Some sneer at the nine
I say it's just fine
With credit to Dieudonne Saive


OK, it's a limerick, but WTH.
 
Stoic mountains rise
call of the red tail beckons
I AM the forest

Our races, brothers
are united by the gun
keeping souls alive

history teaches
that when you take my weapon
you will call me : SLAVE

Spirit of Freedom
centuries old welcome here
nostrils flare, I breath

ST
 
Three hundred Win Mag
recoil hurts my shoulder
I'll take my M1

Browning Hi Power
fits nicely in my left hand.
load another mag.

ground piled high with brass
no one ever cleans the range
what a bunch of pigs
 
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