Gunfire rattled through the tranquillity, shattering like the bones he trod on to get this far
He laughed a little, because he heard them squeak and squawk when he stamped their life away
He pumps the shells out of his rifle, seeking any pray that is unlucky enough to find him
He quiets down, and sneaks on the brown autumn leaves while they crunch
He finds what he's looking for, he sees her stand tall and proud and happy
He readies his gun, steadily aiming at her
Her skin is a rough brown and her orange hair is falling out, and covers the floor like a carpet
He laughs a little while he pulls the trigger, sending a few bullets into her thick skin
Her bark breaks and there's a hole, the bullet is stuck inside of her
And he chuckles while inspecting what he's done, and he thinks "wow, I did this."
The tree is still standing, and she always will be
But the gunman, he now knows what he can do
and she will never be able to stop him from that
the gunman walks away with a cocky smile, whistling a tune
The tree simply stands, and grieves for his future crimes
Not my best work.. But hell, I needed to write and the concept of hunting a tree seemed like a cool idea?? If only I was as good at execution as I was at concepts.