Burning with no choice but sadness
The scent calls me in
I listen to then calling
Chiming their symphony of hate
Dew wets the grass
I walk a deadly path
Slipping through the trees
I do it all with ease
There stood before me
Is the prey that I desire
Now I feel the hunters fire
I circle closer
Keeping him in sight
I circle closer
don’t want him to put up a fight
I take my fill
I leave him still
I am the hunter
And my job is done
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