BLOOD SPORT FOR THE ASSES................................
DEER With the morning mists, a small herd of deer, Grazing gently by the pond, in the open, ever alert, Graceful fragility they, Whitetail, energy contained, Spooked, and leaping away, hunting season near again, The slaughter will continue, at least at Everhome haven, No hunting, none at all, safe for the now by me, Nothing like an assault rifle, make a hunter think twice, Confrontations a yearly, hunters become the hunted, They never know, my rifle harmless, blanks alone I, More guts than... Sign in to see full entry.