We stepped out of the shrub wall with our crossbows in hand
nothing but the birds chirping and the crackling of the branches beneath our feet
we look right and left, left and right
on the prowl for a creature divine
our paths drawn parallel to the redwood tree
then like a river to stone
we split separately
we progressed one step after another
left and right, right and left
pushing protruding branches out of our way
eating fresh fruits off the trees
giant insects buzz incessantly
then a sound snaps from behind
and we both turn and take aim
our hearts skip as our arrows finally point at something real
A pin against my forehead and a pin against yours
fingers on the trigger
eyes daring
... but who will shoot first?
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