28 July 2012
Beady human eyes With a greedy gloss, Searching the sky, He's ready for the hunt. The unfair hunt... Grey clouds dispersing The prey comes into sight. Black silhouette on a pastel sky. Human aims to the heavens. Bang! The sound of a gun. The bullet to the bird, Falling gracefully in death. Wings spread wide To mother earth it glide. It's spirit forever in the blue sky. For eternity it will fly.
©Odd
Unfair Hunt • Opuss № I