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Leaves settle on the frosty ground

You can barely hear any sounds,

Except for the scurry of insects

And small animals as the go to ground.

It’s a cold sharp morning today

And all the landscape is white,

And the sky a shade of chiaroscuro grey

It’s a typical cold frosty winter’s day,

And I see in the distance the hunters seeking their prey

And I hide among the trees waiting to join the fray,

As a hunt saboteur I aim to avoid any bloodshed this day

And the prey will survive once again,

And the hunters will get angry I am afraid

But I really do not care because I am proud to say,

I am a protector of life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.