Hyena

The illusive one
Shy and cunning
Nocturnal creature of the night
Wary of a carcass left
In the hide
Hunters uptight
Nkt a sound
Our camouflage
Temperateness
Was our desire
It’s all about
The kill and onward
Transmission without any doubt
A museum will want to see it
Displayed in a case
And why
The hunter hides
The rifle ready
Self seeking arses holes
Somehow they deny

How sick and cruel
It is to lure
A hungry soul
In the dead of night
It’s hungry
Hunters high powered rife
Cracks and the bullet
A short flight
Hits the neck
And down it goes
A instant loss of life
One knows

Hunters are a weird vile group
Wicked as the night is long
A life of clear depravity
Everything they do is wrong
A Brown Hyena searching hoping
Got it’s come uppence
With one shot
The enormity of such a victim
Murdered and it fell on the spot

A photo shoot
Congratulations
All round as the beast lies dead
Gone to his maker
A Micky taker
And a bloody great wound
Beside his head.

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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