Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Write On Target

I took my bow and arrow to
The park to practice on my aim.
I found an oak tree that would do.
The target placement it became.
Arrow after arrow I shot
Into the trunk of that huge tree.
A bullseye - ev'ryone I got.
I was happy as I could be.
As I finished, a passerby
Complimented me on my skill
At hitting each and all bullseye.
And so my secret I did spill.

After each shot arrow has hit,
I paint the target around it.