The Hunt

Black sky fills the gloomy trees,

As slow breeze flows through the forest,

Foxes sleep while Bats fly,

leaves hover down to the ground in the fall.

Sun rising as wolves go hunting,

Bears strutting while moose gallope,

Until… BANG! Guns firing, letting out smoke,

Killing a boar, never to be seen again.

Cars flying as owls escape, every animal knowing to run.

As people shoot, animals die,

A bullet through their heart, travelling to the light.

“That's another one!” yelled one of the other hunters.

As the sun began to set, hunters started packing up their equipment,

Getting ready for another hunt tomorrow.

Black sky fills the gloomy trees.

A slow breeze flows through the forest.

Then leaves hover down to the ground in the fall.

Everyone knows that they need to stop the hunt.