Paintball Sniper Poetry

Stephen Herman

 

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?

 

POP!

 

Ball streaks in at 300 feet/second

 

Looks on target, donít move yet                                                                       Oh crap!

 

SMACK!

 

Ha HaÖNice shot!!                                                                                             HITÖIíM OUT!!!

 

Click, click.

 

OK one down

 

Another round in the chamber.