Striking Ten
Seizing weapon –
Bow and arrow.
Inserted with exaggeration
Through the maze of twisting strings.
Retreated back.
Then rested at my smile.
Waited with anticipation.
Sighted down the line.
Released,
Zoomed out of its holder like a rabbit out of cage.
Whistled through the air.
Then, struck with fear in the yellow dot
To my astonishment, I got
That number 10 spot!