I am hunting for my prey
A tremble is running through me
I can feel the hunter's fire
As my prey stands before me
It is just the prey I desire
Slipping through the trees
I do it with ease
I am a hunter
I am hunting for my prey
While the dew is still on the grass
It sure is a deadly path
To follow it seems
I make a circle closer
So I don't scare my prey
Have to keep him in sight
Closer still, I come
So close now
I smell the fur
I'm behind my prey
So close
Now I will carry him
As I close in for my kill
Quickly i have to move
I will haunt my prey
I am a hunter
I take my fill
My hunt is over
I leave him still
The gun is still hot
The blood is flowing
Eyes are glazed over
So still he is
I am tired now
As I watch the last move
No life anymore
I am a hunter
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