Beauty of Hunting

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Outside it is cold but I am warm in soul
my mind is ever focused my goal is clear
sitting in the woods to kill the goal
I watch as he moves back in the brush eyes showing fear

Looking ahead with uneasy mind
behind come more of the herd that he leads
trusting him for what is ahead to find
he looks swifty as sweat rolls off his head in beads

 

I raise my arm with the safety off
he hears the gun click and is ready to run
the sun shines behind his rack  to this my hat I doff
now he sees me and is gone as I lower my gun

For a creature so beautiful as him
for even the brightnest light of all would dim
once more their beauty will run free
another day for all the world to see


 

 

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