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,