Rubbing sleep from tired eyes
Waiting for the coming dawn
Hoping for majestic prize
passing on the doe and fawn
Silently he waits alone
As the morning sun appears
Waiting for his prey to come
Barely breathing as it nears
The drab hunter's final kiss
Bullet piercing flesh to bone
What strange sort of gaming this
That thrill sends the bullet home
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