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Nature, Killing, and You
Nature is cruel, if I may cliché,
Please read along, perhaps I have a little more to say,
Those city types, you know who you are,
Your feeding ground is a kitchen, your watering hole, a bar,
You live alongside the Great Nature, you’re one thing, she another,
You two are different things, neither sister nor brother,
I am a hunter, have been since childhood,
But long ago, Nature found me a place, among the field and the wood,
What do you mean? How can this be?
You’re a killer of animals, you’re but nothing to me,
Animals live, they kill, and they die,
This what they’ve been about, ever since there’s been a sky,
Some folks just watch the Great Drama, nothing do they take,
Me, a as predator, actively participates,
But Nature is delicate, our hands must stay off,
Fact is, Nature is the Universe, and at you, she just scoffs,
Everything “man-made”, was drawn from her well,
Check your puny ego, or she may build for you, your own hell,
This way of mine, develops a sense, quite particular to me,
‘T was I, who noted the Robin, making a nest in that tree,
To me, it was quite obvious, three chicks had been hatched,
And for the last one to arrive, his siblings’ strength, he couldn’t match,
The two took to wing, so sad they exclaimed, and why, they asked, why must this be?
Those words had no meaning, for the helpless sadness, was felt by just me,
See the great forest, to lose it, would be a huge sorrow,
Will they be there though, to check it on the ‘morrow?
Shut up! Go Away! Your killing I just can’t take,
So be it, but please tell me, who hired that hit on your steak?
No matter, I will go on, tracking, stalking, and killing my prey,
And if Nature has a surprise for me, you can all hip, hip, hooray!
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