A Stone In the Cold 6 Runnerup
Ahead the bear in sudden motion stands,
focusing on the downed, forgetting me.
His pain now deadened by pure, primal rage,
he is intent on mangling fallen three.
My sleeping conscience suddenly awakes.
My frigid fingers let an arrow fly.
Though they are criminals and I'm the law,
I cannot let these hardened felons die.
My heavy pocket holds a loaded gun,
though using arrows, I had placed it there.
My posse is nearby, they'll hear the shot,
a shame I have to use it on the bear.
Happy that my hunting has not failed,
my job's not done until I see them jailed.
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