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.
fauxcroft 