Wednesday, July 27, 2011

duck hunting

my friend just
bought a brand new
shotgun. it's black
with a long
shiny barrel
and a maple stock.
he clicks it open
and says, wow,
isn't she a beauty.
please, i tell
him, don't point
that thing at me,
but it's not
loaded and it
can't go off
like this anyway.
whatever i tell him.
what do you plan
to do with that gun,
i ask him. hunt, he
says. ducks mostly.
i didn't know you
liked to eat ducks.
are we talking peking
ducks here, with
plum sauce and
those little pancakes?
he laughs, no, it's
just for sport.
we hide in the duck
blinds out near
the water, blow
the duck whistles
and up they go
into the air, then
we pop up and
shoot the bastards.
the bastards? yeah,
the ducks. sounds
like fun and very
fair too, hiding
like that and tricking
them to come out.
so tell me, where
is the sport in
that? he shrugs,
it's not easy
crouching in those
blinds, waiting
and waiting like
that. sometimes it's
cold out too
and we run out
of beer and cigarettes.

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