Painting

Dark bleeds into grey

Owls call good night to each other

Slowly, color spreads across the forest floor

As if poured from a pitcher

The loud quiet of the forest is broken

A paint brush adds strokes of red to the canvas.

Edit/explanation

Dark bleeds into grey (Siting alone before sunrise slowly comes in)

Owls call good night to each other (Owls are night creatures, hearing the last of their calls for the night)

Slowly, color spreads across the forest floor (As sunrises slowly, you can see the color of the forest)

As if poured from a pitcher ()

The loud quiet of the forest is broken (We think of a forest as quiet, but there is constant noise, chipmunks, and birds. The sound of a gun breaking the noises around you)

A paint brush adds strokes of red to the canvas. (The bullet hitting the deer and as it runs leaving red drops on the leaves)

I love sitting in the forest, even if I am not hunting. It is where my mind calms, and I can breathe.

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