Fantasy, I Hope
The pheasants soar at the slightest sound
The quail take cover close to the ground
The mourning dove coos away
Regardless that it’s hunting day.
The timid deer try to hide
Unless there is a car near by
Then they decide to take a stand
To prove to you this is their land.
The elk, the moose, the mountain goat
Have no chance with a scope
They prop their guns and fire away
Another successful hunting day.
And there they are upon the wall
To prove the mighty hunter won once more
Can Mother Nature again full fill the need
To keep up with the hunters greed?
When the food supply is gone
Will it be long before man is done
Or can man invent a way
To live on pills every day.
Some live on pills already now
And act like wild animals
With gun in hand they go berserk
Is this the future of the earth?
Cile Beer
Don't take this the wrong way I have a family who hunts. I just let my mind drift.
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