Bow hunting blonde

bow hunting the big horn

sheep on the wild hills

decked out in camouflage

it gives me the chills

a bold valiant animal

put where  its god

wanted it roaming

On the grassy sod

its existence is special

immortal to some

attested and genuine

leaving me numb

at the sight of this beautiful animal

now down and out

killed with an arrow

thats  what its  about

a blonde with a designer bow

her deceit

waiting to ambush

she the elite

hunter

a coward as vicious as she

can possibly muster

to a soul wild and free.

looking at her

i see nothing at all

not a whit or a jot

just a arrogant fool

the sparseness the openness

of the green hills

a groundless individual

with her arrows she spills

the blood and the life force

degrades what we know

this blonde minus heart

she has nothing to show