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squirrel hunter's lament

Discussion in 'Small Game Hunting' started by boonecreek, Aug 7, 2007.

  1. swift of feet and keen of eye. over the bowers thy doest fly.keeping limb and leaf twixt hunter and hunted.for hear i peer though leafy glade. to see some shaking u have aim my gun and take my shot. and once more fill my brimming cup.with toothsome brew that was once was u. fly on u bush-tailed vagabond.for this time u have truly won.out run the man , out run the dog.but one day i'll have u on the log. with fur on fingers and knife in flesh ' til finally thee and me are we.