Hunter’s Prey

Feel the forest floor beneath you,
Hearing, seeing all they do.
Gun’s click, move quick,
This is the way we survive.
Snare set, best bet,
Is to learn the ways and strive.
I am not the hunter’s prey, no longer the devil’s child,
Listen deep to fight not flight or freeze,
Hearing that call deep, so free so wild.
Freedom is not being eaten alive.
Thomas Spychalski 

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