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The Hunter
Into the dark
He lies waiting
To see where his prey will lead
Into the dark
He walks steadily
To follow his prey
Into the dark
He focuses intently
To put his prey in sight
Into the dark
He sends the shell
To kill the prey, he has been
Waiting for,
Walking towards,
Focusing on,
Coming in for the kill.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
I will never understand the allure of hunting wild game, armed with a powerful rifle to use against unarmed, innocent prey. They call that sport?
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My late husband always had guns but he didn’t like to hunt. My son had shown an interest and my husband said he had a rule, if you kill it, you eat it. One time I was not home my son and his friend shot some bird in the yard. They cooked it and ate it! Gross! Trophy hunting was always a no-no. I have a friend and her husband travels all over the US for different hunting seasons but they eat everything and I think they sell the rest. I’m not sure. I mean, what part of a bear can you eat? I guess maybe all of it like a cow? Another thing my husband had told my son was “one shot”. If you can’t get it in one shot, don’t shoot, because it only makes the animal suffer. I guess I agree with him.
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The repetition provides a sense of suspense, somehow.
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Yes, you don’t know what is coming!
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