Native Hunt

Written by: Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson

I went with them into the woods There's no return without the goods So many times we stayed all night To return empty handed was just not right I couldn't have been no more than eight When told to keep that arrow straight Pull it back till the bow near breaks Through the heart and claim your stake No matter how impressive the stag Respect their spirit and never brag To only kill enough to eat Never more than what you need Do not look upon their dying eyes As their spirit soars and begins to fly Say a prayer to the Great Spirits That Be For taking that life and to forgive thee
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