Is it your place to kill another when unneeded? Why hurt someone else to make yourself feel better? Where is the logic in that? The Hunter finds out below.
Wily, wild, and wicked white wolf,
Stalking silly snoozing birds,
Perched atop pined, parial trees.
Hunter heightens his handgun’s target.
Dying to dark wolf’s time,
Solving his own terrifying, tormenting troubles
Lowering lightly, he stopped,
Feeling frying fright at his intention.
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