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Hunting
Confessions of a Hunter
And so the seasons nears when shots will echo through the air
Where once tranquility reined there will be no more
And with so many others, a hunter I'll become
Lured by the uniqueness of the chase, under the hunters spell
Well before dawn arising in haste to a wooded sight and
while awaiting the hour I reflect upon my motives.
For,
always I've loved the pre dawn hours a fascination they've held for me.
To sit and watch as the nights darkness is being slowly filtered away and
the once obscured shapes as if by an artists brush soon become defined
And too,
the thrill and excitement of stealthily making my way
through woods I would rarely go
Senses homed and sharpened as each crack of a twig and every crunch of a leaf
reverberates in my ears
That,
I might feast upon venison I enjoyed so much when long ago
as a child it was our common fare.
Yet,
will I spend that bullet send it crashing through my prey
ending such a lovely sight I think perhaps I may,
But,
chance will prove it so...
Flo Rule
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