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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Hunting at dusk

Outside at dusk three shots not long ago tonight
it sounded like it was on this land
It echoed
Three times deep close
Hunters that care not
Losing their prey- injured
doesn't touch their soul
doesn't make them weep
They would drown in their sorrow if they felt it
that pain deep deep inside
that tries to speak
kill it in a wasteful manner
like they kill and waste their days as Human Beings

I thought I saw a quick bead on me I ducked at dusk.