The Hunt
Early in the morning.
Before the rising sun.
We are hunting.
With our big gun.
With guns cocked ready,
and eyesight steady.
We stalk and creep along.
Looking for an animal,
Big and strong.
Shoot between the eyes.
Listen not to the cries.
It's dead I tell you.
Dead.
Dead, dead.
I'm a vegetarian. I eat no meat.
To eat an animal. I would not cheat.
I love that animal.
I'm not a cannibal.
So now with my camera.
I shoot as many as I can.
Nature blossoms, and is.
Not eaten by man.
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