A hired killer

They are out there in the dark woods

ready to ambush

ready to cut us all down

and they do it at a push

park up their great big 4 by 4’s

and hide up on some tree

with all their paraphanalia

hopeful they see me

and I am just a creature

born here that is me

I walk the wild wood day and night

hoping not to see

those so called hired killers

hunters as I say

who wait around with their guns cocked

just to blow us away

it happens from the darkness

a rustle possibly

or a shot fired we may see the spark

and it hit us violently

it might just make us spin around

we feel it in our soul

despite our weight

it isn’t great

when we lose, our control

when we see the trophy hunters

fat normally fat

normally there are several

we know then where we are at

if they don’t get us

the link man will get us so we know

today the today we close our eyes

todays the day we go

the hunter gets his high on seeing

us fall to the sod

perhaps we try to let it out of there

and be one with god

but in the main at such close range

and with these powerful guns

the bullet hits us fair and square

for a brief second it stuns

us, then we just keel over

and hit the cold wet ground

may be breathe hard one last time

but then not make a sound

just about can see those shits

freckled pale faced sods

they can hardly fucking walk

just bloody ordinary bods

brave behind those rifles

full of gusto they

laughing as if they are clever

but they never were ,okay

really we didn’t stand a chance

we took it lying down

as soon as it entered my poor lungs

in my sputum I was drowned 

and then of course the photo’s

the digitals for the tome

and then one hacked a  paw off

something to take home

one of my feet the bastard

one of my poor old feet

I hope karma catches up with him

or meets him on the street