Albino

Eleven years young
And he shot a deer
Just one in 20,000 born
His father says he is very proud
He’s kind of reached a dawn
Within his hunting experience
To have slaughtered this dear soul
This sentient this rarity
To have taken control

He feels just like a rock star
A person of repute
Remarkable and prominent
And that’s just at the root
Of everything he’s feeling
What they intend to do
Is ask the taxidermist
For a full body mount
To view

This creature dead and lifeless
For all his years to be
Reminded that he killed this living soul
So wild and free
Just to say he had done it
He ended its sweet life
Ended it pure journey
And brought its share of strife

What selfishness is this I say
What evil to be sure
The hunter and the hunted
For a dead beast on the floor
The father to have taught the boy
To kill at a young age
Is criminal and vile to the extreme
It’s off the page

That poor albino animal
Lost to our world today
To a kid who shouldn’t have a gun
Let alone blow it away