Hunting with the written
Permission of God:
by [email protected]

Sanctuary for the flora & fauna
No No I'll go elsewhere!

"Sport" you say
Yes it's the season!

Go out & Kill Daffy, Bambi & Yogi
Catch my limit & then some!!

Ensconced in my downs jacket
Feathers ripped from the eiders neck to keep me warm!

Drinking thermos coffee
The mist emanating from my lips in the crisp blue morn!

Yes what fun! what sport!
Defenseless fauna

Escaping winters hardship
Going south

Natures treacherous trail no match for the waiting " Sportsmen"
Modern man with high powered rifles

Shooting from afar
No danger of anything

What proof of adulthood?
Other than conquests in four posters?

What was yester year;
Zulus at puberty struck out with a spear to capture Simba to prove their manhood- primitive society

Courage refined & pure!
Yet not always the case

The Nabobs sport atop the elephant
Lackeys beating drums

to corner the game
Exposing it in clear view

Mounted in the foyer

For all to see the obese
Toothy Tyrants trophy!
Call it sport

Only if it is matched!
Otherwise be the steward of God's creation as He intended

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