Hunting a deer what for

Posted on December 5, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Yes we can see your pretty nails
And your cap and soul
We can hear the ruptured scream
Of the vanquished it’s no dream
Yes a bloody nightmare
Ambushed in its prime
It left behind its family it’s child too
Out of time
You the gr8 white hunter
Decided it must die
It wanted to see Christmas
But ends up in your pie

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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