I hunt my prey,

Looking for the weak stray,

I sit and I wait,

And you start to feel hate.

But hunting is all I know,

Hunting for foe and doe.

Waiting until they come along,

For them to sing there final song.

Once I shoot them and take them home,

My cover will truly have been blown.

My camera will show all,

There will be no blood to pool.

How I hunted them with food on the ground,

And got photos of all I found.

Then I left them alone to live a peaceful life,

I left them alone to return to their wife.

I leave them alone to see what they will become,

My camera caught them just for a little fun.

The wild is wild beyond compare,

The least I can do is take a photo and then be fair.

I got what I came for,

I got to explore.

They got some food to survive,

I prey that they thrive.


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