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Or Hunted For Sport

Or hunted for sport If my eyes don't deceive me Iv'e just seen cow's on board this boat Whilst glancing down upon the trucks Alas for them sadly this boat is no ark That's why I fear their future be dark I just pray cow's are unable to process any thought Never ponder or wonder how they got caught Because with every wave we draw nearer to port I , myself know their future lay fraught As I know meat can be bought Sometimes hunted for sport

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Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/6/2010 2:29:00 PM

Very original, Christopher. I sometimes wonder about the thought processes of animals. If a hunter kills without eating his prey, it seems to be a sin against nature. Well said! Love, Carolyn

Wilma Neels

Date: 8/6/2010 12:30:00 PM

Interesting write Christopher, tc Wilma

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/6/2010 11:53:00 AM

Interesting thoughts put to pen in this one..Good write to make us think..Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/6/2010 10:11:00 AM

HI, Chris. This made me think of a documentary I saw on HBO that showed how an autistic woman created a system to lead cows peacefully to the slaughter. She could feel their pain and frustration they way they were " handled" prior to their death, because of her own struggles. Your line on processing thought is kind of true. The cows feel unnerved and that is cruelty to them. Nice seeing you today. LUv, Andrea

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 8/5/2010 10:46:00 AM

interesting write! I like it!