Dec 02, 2010 14:57
There is a place where the fences stop
The roads end
The wild begins
The rules of the wild are hard to learn
Don't speak at all
Watch your back
Creeping slowly through the bush
Stop and look
It will see you
The hush that steals across the land
The head looks up
The eyes lock yours
The shot that splits the hush in two
The eyes loose yours
The hush returns
Kneel beside the pool of blood
Fur in hand
Thanks in heart
There is a place where the fences stop
The wild creeps in
Respect begins
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