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Hunting Game

Hunter ran,
Panting,
After the prey,
It was swifter,
And ahead,
Hunter ran faster,
And lessened the distance,
Inch by inch,
Prey had the fear,
To egg it on,
And it now went,
Headlong,
In the flee,
Once again gaining ground,
Hunter had the equipment,
To weigh him down,
He also had aggression,
That sapped energies,
And deepened frown,
Now they were nearing habitat,
And the prey knew the familiar,
With very alert ears,
There was silence,
The hunter stopped,
And took the aim,
And fired a bullet shot,
The prey was dead and dropped,
Just outside his home the prey was had,
Hunter picked it and walked back,
On the way he way laid,
And had to run like prey,
He too ran,
Till he could or can,
Just outside his house,
He was shot,
And dead he dropped,
Even with so many dead,
The hunting game goes on and on real bad.

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