Clock's alarm blares me awake.
Another planned day has begun,
with little done for pleasure's sake
each hour scheduled sun to sun.

And I drift through it like a ghost,
this day just like the one before,
not one event of which to boast.
No surprises any more.

Until week's end brings Saturday
and I wake up with a smiling face
well before the break of day
thinking about another place.

Camo on and grab my gun
jump in the truck and down the road
in a hurried race to beat the sun
to that place where I can unload.

No telling just what I might see today
in the wooded world which has no script
as I slowly make my shambling way
through woods most might think nondescript.

In a life with little unexpected
where every day's another bore
how could this old guy be dejected?
Surprise is what I've come here for.