walking under stars.
rising dust meets falling sweat.
webbing, water, weapons, and wisdom.
everything that keeps you standing,
always pulling down.

pause.
silent to take a knee, quite. listening.
contact.
steady cat eyes staring back.

concussive noise of murder felt.
green flashes answer back.

quite.

contemplate who it meant something,
everything to and why.

rise back up, everything pulling down.
pacing it out. keeping it spread out.
always staring out.

cat eyes faint, moving around, all around.

we own the night under the stars.

That's awesome man... brought me back to my first patrol... I understand the feeling