Dogwood is best for arrows

straight and strong, very light.

I stayed ahead of them for days. 

Mine are fletched with goose feathers
though swan is fine. 

All this for the crime of trespass.

My bow is Yew, close grained
hard as death.

That young bastard let one fly and caught me good. 

To kill a man
tip your arrowhead with its sap, 

Snow makes the softest bed,

it’ll not kill fast,
but it will kill sure. 

I lie in it, watching the last clouds.