This is what I am
I am the best.
The hide.
I
wait with
Mosin-Nagant.

You will rue the day
as  I lay in wait
with
Mosin-Nagant

The wind bites my face
My fingers grow numb
The ground is hard
My will is harder
I put my trust in
Mosin-Nagant

There an flash of color
The clank of steel
I smell the diesel
in the distance a speck
appears then two.
Easy shot whispers Mosin-Nagant.

The column trudges into view.
What order whispers Mosin-Nagant.
Far right  then the slowest.

We huddle closely as the reticle sets
on the dead man walking  on the right flank.
No easy task . I am Mosin-Nagant.