( Wolves ) shot down mother and cub

A sadistic sexual thrill
a kind of blood lust
listening to the animals as they die
the baying howling inharmonious whining
a psychosis that’s delusional
and its high
time the true authorities
identified
this awful trait in hunters who obey
their inner cries that rabid possessed
incoherent madness
that in that interlude seems there to stay

the bolt shot forth the wait had been a long one
the arrow bedded deep within the soul
who fell gyrating in a dance of agony
breathing huge great breaths out of control
the terror you could feel,and you could hear it
the rasping in the throat it shook the ground
this was a most idyllic scene of butterflies
and purple green
and but for bees a buzzing, not a sound

another of its comrades came to see it
to settle it and try to soothe its pain
doing little leaps across its body
apparently just try to regain
some semblance of normality about the scene
but she was clearly panicking a lot
unclear of what to do for her young protege
who clearly had been felled there on that spot

it took about well almost 20 minutes
the babe got in a frenzy at the end
shaking breaking taking every breath
you saw a cloud
desperation surfacing fighting
in a shroud
of blood and snot and everything
it could muster just to be
back alive and kicking with its mother
naturally

how cowardly to have shot the babe
and left the mother standing
deep in dire frustration
clearly not understanding
what it was that hit her
and how it was that she
was dying clearly trying
to escape this adversity

the mother then was shot down
the bolt came in real fast
she leapt into the air a bit
but the bolt was surely cast
the hunter was heard to giggle
and once again did sit
and watch the mother dying
though apparently very fit

cries of woe tore into
the heart of those around
but not this evil hunter
from him the only sound
was laughter, so apparent
this time was one of joy
watching a wolf escape from here
and join her little boy

in the background sat the hunter
you could hear his boastfulness
a shamelessness so brazen
I must say I confess
to being sick inside myself
his puffery was bad
his insolence it broke my heart
and left me very sad

for days I couldn’t forget those souls
cut down in their prime
the sounds they made
the dance of death
with the passing of time
I suppose those cries will leave me
but the hunter let me say
his chortles and his bluster
fair blew me away

clearly he was sick this guy
getting off on that
one wonders how they live a normal life
and where they are at
do they have relationships
and if they do might they
raise their fists to someone
if they thought that they should pay

The picture that inspired this was a wolf trapped
the story line was a bow hunters film showing two deer’s killed
so its a story made up of 2 real graphic stories