John, I will, I will.
Here's one from the archives that may also fit the bill, more in Jerome's right direction:
CITY NIMRODS
Two city Nimrods - call them Bob and Bill -
with loaded shotguns cocked, are tracking spoor
far out beyond the 'burban spill but still
in GPRS range. A rabbit's roar
alerts them and they move in for the kill.
Bob makes the classic tyro shooter's blunder
and leaves the safety-catch off; in the thrill
of chase, he trips and blows his toes asunder.
Bob faints; Bill checks his pulse and, finding none,
hits triple-oh and, to a cooler head,
yelps, "Help! What should I do? I think he's gone!"
"Stay calm," says Coolhead. "First, be sure he's dead."
A moment's silence, followed by a shot,
then Bill comes back: "Okay, that's done. Now what?"
oOOo
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