A sadistic sexual thrill
\na kind of blood lust
\nlistening to the animals as they die
\nthe baying howling inharmonious whining
\na psychosis that’s delusional
\nand its high
\ntime the true authorities
\nidentified
\nthis awful trait in hunters who obey
\ntheir inner cries that rabid possessed
\nincoherent madness
\nthat in that interlude seems there to stay<\/p>\n
the bolt shot forth the wait had been a long one
\nthe arrow bedded deep within the soul
\nwho fell gyrating in a dance of agony
\nbreathing huge great breaths out of control
\nthe terror you could feel,and you could hear it
\nthe rasping in the throat it shook the ground
\nthis was a most idyllic scene of butterflies
\nand purple green
\nand but for bees a buzzing, not a sound<\/p>\n
another of its comrades came to see it
\nto settle it and try to soothe its pain
\ndoing little leaps across its body
\napparently just try to regain
\nsome semblance of normality about the scene
\nbut she was clearly panicking a lot
\nunclear of what to do for her young protege
\nwho clearly had been felled there on that spot<\/p>\n
it took about well almost 20 minutes
\nthe babe got in a frenzy at the end
\nshaking breaking taking every breath
\nyou saw a cloud
\ndesperation surfacing fighting
\nin a shroud
\nof blood and snot and everything
\nit could muster just to be
\nback alive and kicking with its mother
\nnaturally<\/p>\n
how cowardly to have shot the babe
\nand left the mother standing
\ndeep in dire frustration
\nclearly not understanding
\nwhat it was that hit her
\nand how it was that she
\nwas dying clearly trying
\nto escape this adversity<\/p>\n
the mother then was shot down
\nthe bolt came in real fast
\nshe leapt into the air a bit
\nbut the bolt was surely cast
\nthe hunter was heard to giggle
\nand once again did sit
\nand watch the mother dying
\nthough apparently very fit<\/p>\n
cries of woe tore into
\nthe heart of those around
\nbut not this evil hunter
\nfrom him the only sound
\nwas laughter, so apparent
\nthis time was one of joy
\nwatching a wolf escape from here
\nand join her little boy<\/p>\n
in the background sat the hunter
\nyou could hear his boastfulness
\na shamelessness so brazen
\nI must say I confess
\nto being sick inside myself
\nhis puffery was bad
\nhis insolence it broke my heart
\nand left me very sad<\/p>\n
for days I couldn’t forget those souls
\ncut down in their prime
\nthe sounds they made
\nthe dance of death
\nwith the passing of time
\nI suppose those cries will leave me
\nbut the hunter let me say
\nhis chortles and his bluster
\nfair blew me away<\/p>\n
clearly he was sick this guy
\ngetting off on that
\none wonders how they live a normal life
\nand where they are at
\ndo they have relationships
\nand if they do might they
\nraise their fists to someone
\nif they thought that they should pay <\/p>\n
The picture that inspired this was a wolf trapped
\nthe story line was a bow hunters film showing two deer’s killed
\nso its a story made up of 2 real graphic stories<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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