Paintball Sniper Poetry
The Hunter and the Hunted
Slowly I crawl to a perfect vantage point Gotta keep moving, gotta get to the flag
I peer through my scope Just a little bit further
Scan the area Canít shoot, no one knows Iím here
Movement in my sight, the enemy Slowing now, too close to run
Deep breath, slow my pulse Crouching low, canít make noise
Adjust for range, 100 feet 100 feet to the flag
Come a little bit closer, canít afford to miss Kneel behind the bunker, watch for snipers
OK, heís stopped. Align my crosshairs on his goggles Scanning to the left and right of the flag
Squeeze the trigger, only 1/8th inch to go Hey, whatís that?
Ball streaks in at 300 feet/second
Looks on target, donít move yet Oh crap!
Ha HaÖNice shot!! HITÖIíM OUT!!!
OK one down
Another round in the chamber.