A Shot

We were goofing
Using the pellets as play

Cans that we could find
In the trash
Set up
A pyramid

Safe and sound
Away from the houses
Into the field
Our aim untrue

Boredom

What else can we point at?
Birds flying by
Butterflies
Not hunters

Hmm
This pavement
Curious

Do our pellets
Deflect?
Into the blue sky?
Embed?
Into the hot tar?

A shot
A breath
Another

Deflect
Into the warm flesh
Run
Pretend

We're just bored outside
No reason
No reason

#Poetry