I watched the hunter stalk his prey
His fluid movements filled with grace
The unsuspecting feathered foe
Strutting in the meadows low.
Preening and fluffing feathers high
Not realizing danger's nigh.
Each time the hunter slithered close
The prey was fussing at her clothes
To bring a cock close to a lair_
Ensuring that by spring, the lady fair
Would have a family in her nest
A prize, an ,honour, what a guest!
But alas, the gun was aimed and set
To drop the prize, to shoot the best
The enemy was drawing near
and suddenly the air held fear!
>From somewhere, I heard the muffled cry
Of the hunter, as his prize flew by
I smiled, but I would never say
What deed that I had done today!
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