His eyes met mine

HUnters do they feel?
Do they care about the pain?
We all have strong emotions
And have families
And its insane
How they train these hounds of theirs
A wild soul and believe
That this is sport they have no thought
And clearly won’t achieve

Any empathy at all
Toffs whose arses need
Quite a bit of kicking
It might just then lead
Some of them to come to terms
With compassion for the wild
That I was killed on a housing estate
Of course it left me riled

I was terribly frightened
My eyes met that mans there
His tenderness was obvious
Clearly he did share
Thoughts with me so sentient
So thoughtful in his way
And then the hounds ran through me
And really made me pay

I became a victim
In agony was I
A wild soul driven
And was given
A pasting and I did die
My life
My soul
My agony
The tragedy I saw
The huntsmen and their bloody horns
Were just outside my door

Now I am at the rainbow bridge
But I will not forget
The mans garden i was chased into
Truthfully he let
Me be there
It was in his eyes
Truthfully he cared
But hunting us with rabid dogs
These rotten people dared

Dared they did to harm me
In a housing estate
No respect for anyone
I was just the bait
Mauled and left to bleed out
My family in the earth
They will never see me
And value my worth

Hunter man
I am no fan