The Hunt

Gun Control

The Hunt

Lamp light flickers in the howling wind

In the cove with blizzards cold that stings

Rattling glass and metal house a fragile flame inside

Balanced there on ancient oil

Held by the trapper's nimble fingers

Frozen as they go

Fox pelts are dear

Fetch very little at the trading post

Snow piles higher than prices ever will

The thrill of the hunt is gone

As the game goes on for miles

Legislators took our guns

All weapons banned forever

The only way to catch our prey

Is to strangle them to death with hands

While they lie sleeping

They must lie better than Senators

To pay the price for living 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

bravo bravo ... it is an ill wind that blows and blames the gun and not the perp...every single time ...its maddening .. and then the left (called left for a reason) wants more laws ... how easy to forget we have them ..its against the law to murder...for felons to be in the same room with a gun ...guns are registered to the owners..BY THE GUN SHOPS... it is against the law to steal guns .. oh my... you got me going Earl... its a brave NEW world when conservatives speak up isn't it...i also enjoyed the scene you present of the trapper...i use to hunt and trap every winter for a month or more ..would not trade the experience for anything ..how close it drew me to the wild world around us ..peace brother
E.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi E., Thank you so much. I normally do not like to commingle my nature with my politics but I just couldn't help myself. As you know, I am very big on creating images. I wanted to add some humor to the piece by having the hunter strangle the animal in its sleep. Guns and bullets are more humane as you know. Thanks again. Have a great day and a Merry Christmas. Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

same to you Earl