A LESSON LEARNED

Sonny come here,
lay down in the snow
Slide that rifle off your shoulder
rest it down below

Careful now son
easy does it,
quick movements will make her run
ok dad I’m listening,
please let me have some fun

Patience lad
what’s the rush,
clean your gun with that brush
look over there 
a deer in the bush

Lock and loaded
laid there in the snow
Slow your breath son
be one with your foe

Hand sliding down to the trigger
Eye on scope
target starts to get bigger

Shall i fire dad
or go for a clean kill?
Always son
be humane
just look at her breath chill

Deep breaths now son,
need to stop the trembling
Guns not steady moving left to right
Hold it tight son
or you will lose the fight

Think I’ve got it now dad
please may i fire
Please dad
my arms are getting tired

No, son wait for her to lift her head
A clean kill only like I just said
either the heart or head

What’s it matter dad?
very soon it will be dead

Listen lad it’s gods creature
You’re taking from this land
Please have some respect;
this is the only thing i command

Deer grazing blissfully unaware
A bang and a clatter echoes’ through the air  
Bullet through the head in a haze of red
All the surrounding deer scatter fearing for their lives
The one shot lays there in a pile on the ground
With tears streaming from its eyes

I got It dad,
he shouts with glee
running to claim his prize
But as he gets closer
tears start to fill his eyes

To see this poor creature all covered in blood  
Makes him turn to his dad,
who in turn gives him a hug  

Look son you’re not a hunter,
 let this be a lesson learned
Just because you pull the trigger
the whole experience is much bigger

To kill takes a lot,
seems it’s something you haven’t got
Let’s just go home
please don’t tell your mum
Please dad let the deer run  
This killing is no fun
please just let them run
or I will tell mum

This is a polite ask, if you have took the tome to read this poem please be kind and leave a review. thanks jeff