Duck Season/The Hunted

The duck calls have had no effect
The hour is getting late
Nightfall looms in the cold and dank
A decision is made
Set the dogs loose into the tall marsh grasses
That they may flush out the prey
With tumultuous clamor of barking
tails wagging, snarling bared teeth
An explosion into the air ensues
A flurry of airborne sitting ducks
One hardly need aim
Peppered with buckshot
Tumble through the air en masse’
The retrievers retrieve
The huntsmen relieved
The game is ended
and fair game is had
Momma will be glad
What needed to be exposed
out into the open
Has successfully been revealed
Some flew away to safety
Some were never found
How can one set their sights
upon that which remains hidden?
For those skilled…
There are many, many ways.
In spiritual warfare how can there be victory, if we cannot identify the “enemy” within ourselves’?

___________________
dove
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers” God Bless
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