A/N- A poem about hunting...my new boyfriend hunts,

but I don't want to mention the fact I don't exactly

approve, so...just a way of getting my feelings across

without hurting anyone.

Man's fun

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A billowing cloud of smoke and ash

Earthquakes discarding trees like trash

The screams of birds upon the air

Scents of burning flesh and hair.

A volcano prehaps, or a tremor maybe

Yet there are no waves in the nearby sea

It was actually man, with his explosives and gun

He tears up the land for a primative fun.