A Hunters Dream
It seems like fall is on it's way.
A hunter's dream to catch their prey.
The leaves have colored then they die.
The bucks in rut it's doe's they spy.
Bucks hunt does down to do nature's thing.
So the doe's have fawns when it comes spring.
They give them time so they grow up.
Then hunt them down when their in rut.
This cycle goes from falls to springs.
They never know what each year brings.
Some will be proud they got their buck.
While others try and have no luck.
So hunters wait from year to year.
In hopes that they will bag a deer.
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