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The Hunters

 

There were but two beneath the sky ñ

The thing I came to kill, and I.

I, under covert, quietly

Watched him sense eternity

From quivering brush to pointed nose

My gun to shoulder level rose

And then I felt (I could not see)

Far off a hunter watching me.

I slowly put my rifle by,

For there were two who had to die ñ

The thing I wished to kill, and I.

 

-Author Unknown

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