Who knows who we might meet

Who knows who we might meet
On a cool Autumn day
In the woods in the quiet
Where no mortal ray
Can reach where the animals
Quietly come eat
Where hunters may be
Awaitingtheir treat

Watching the innocent
Wild folk at play
To be aimed at and slaughtered
On any given day
The minds of these humans
So called
But I doubt
They ever were humans
For as such theyflout

Who we meet who we see
In The silence of night
With our heads on our pillows
Perhaps the moonlight
Hides those now waiting
To take out those who
Most of us love to watch
Yes even you

These vile individuals
Who loathe all wild souls
Who wound them and kill them
Who take on the roles
Of the great executioner
Of fairy folk
Our beloved animals
Always bespoke

I’ m a man of the forest
I dwell in the glade
I speak to the foxes
And badgers I have laid
My heart down before them
And sung to the deer
When out there beyond me
Are those we all fear

The hunter the trapper
In their four by four
With their shot guns and rifles
To challenge deaths door
Our innocent friends
Who do nobody harm
Who walk though the forest and
All remain calm

The hunter man feels
He needs blood on his hands
Scheming and dreaming
And making his plans
Breaking up families
Torturing those
Who live in the darkness
Under our nose