Paintball Sniper Poetry

Stephen Herman

The Hunter and the Hunted

Slowly I crawl to a perfect vantage point                                                         Gotta keep moving, gotta get to the flag

I peer through my scope                                                                                     Just a little bit further

Scan the area                                                                                                        Can’t shoot, no one knows I’m here

Movement in my sight, the enemy                                                                    Slowing now, too close to run

Deep breath, slow my pulse                                                                               Crouching low, can’t make noise

Adjust for range, 100 feet                                                                                   100 feet to the flag

Come a little bit closer, can’t afford to miss                                                     Kneel behind the bunker, watch for snipers

OK, he’s stopped.  Align my crosshairs on his goggles                               Scanning to the left and right of the flag

Squeeze the trigger, only 1/8^th inch to go                                                         Hey, what’s that?

POP!

Ball streaks in at 300 feet/second

Looks on target, don’t move yet                                                                       Oh crap!

SMACK!

Ha Ha…Nice shot!!                                                                                             HIT…I’M OUT!!!

Click, click.

OK one down

Another round in the chamber.