The Hunter

The buck stood their so majestic While unto him I probably looked so pathetic, I am wearing camouflage, painted my face in the garage With two friends with me as my entourage. He stands there so majestic and brave Not knowing his life I did honestly crave, I want him dead, unto my friends I had said On my wall I then wanted his mounted head. He is not at all a furious creature As was taught to me years ago by my teacher, But, there is a thrill, when an animal I do kill As I control its very life and a will. As I stare at him through my rifle scope Soon his carcass will be mine I do honestly hope, Then at sunrise, he will then be my prize With joy of tears coming from my eyes. I am not at all poor I could buy meat anytime I want at any store, But, I truly enjoy the pursuit, for it I am en-route I am hyped and excited for the shoot. I'll butcher the Buck and I'll give the meat away Most likely to my friends and family everyday, Hunting for me is exciting, I find it very delighting Especially when there is a buck sighting. When the bucks are out their in the woods grazing Their antlers I am appraising, On my wall I want the buck's head mounted, I want the points counted My victory I wanted known and announced. It is now just between him and me He wants to eat and I want him as my ultimate trophy, There I am with my gun held high, wanting him to die And him probably just wondering, why? Randy L. McClave