Ramblings of a Confused Tree Hugger Part 9
The dream in my head would not go away
The thoughts of hunting season
invaded my head
what if hunters got you
I could just see someone
making a hat with your fur
like Daniel Boon
or one of those early pioneers
It was just the other day
I herd the dogs
yesterday I went out in the snow looking
for you
I herd some shots
I fear the worse
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