An Archer's Perch

- IrishStarElf

Arrows whistle through
The woods as the
Archers take cover on the
Treetops,
Blending with the trees,
The archers sit and wait
For their target,
Few will see them many
Will come through the
Woods,
As they move stealthly
From treetop to treetop,
For fear they will be
Heard or seen,
With english longbows
And quiver full of arrows
They hunt,
They hunt many things.