Challenge
Grab a pen. Now jot the first thing that crosses your mind--BACKWARDS! This shall now be the heart (5th line) of your new 9 line micropoem.
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Hunting season
I hear gunshots from a distance
My wings beat faster
Escaping danger, remembering pain
Faster, my head screams!
Flight in fear
There are calls up ahead
Then another bang
Blood clouds my vision
Disjointed, I fall.