The dark forest

In a dark forest
shrouded in blue light
out in the distance
shes in my sight
I’m one of those people
called hunters, and I
have a good high powered rifle
and on closing one eye
I see her, the distance
means nothing to me
a lovely white soul
a wolf, and she’s free
her mate is close by
he will do too
if I fire quickly
and my aim is true

I pull the trigger and she
crashes down
blood spurting
she’s hurting
and her mates no clown
he sits by her side
a’panting away
clearly he’s ready
and prepared to pay
with his life
whenever whatever and why
he clearly has feelings
but I fight shy
I can kill any critter
that comes close to me
I love seeing blood
not my own, luckily
hearing them howl
at the top of their voice
realisation there was no choice
great pangs of agony
clearly shot high
we are the hunters
and yes we deny
the wolves, or the Bears
freedom to roam
to forage to live
in the forest their home
we slaughter at will
show them our might
we are the hunters
and we are, always right