"Forget fair, there's no such thing
as fair. When the lion eats the lamb,is that fair?
We're all part of the food chain.
Get yourself some fresh meat.
It's all there passing by in the night.
Yours for the taking.
Don't hesitate those rabbits and roos
can be dangerous don't let them make
eye contact just pull the trigger.
Here I'll show you how it's done."
He shot the biggest and the best.
A noble specimen that didn't deserve
to be shot, but he did.
This was a huge roo
as tall as a tall man.
It jumped a two metre fence
no run up, just jumped,
clear over it.
He shot him. In the head.
The roo shrugged it off.
He shot him again.
The roo turned, just like he was
offended, then he
kept going.
In my heart I knew something
was not right about this,
but there was no going back.
He shot him again,
the roo fell but he got back up.
I felt my eyes moisten.
The pastoralist kept firing.
The big buck never gave up,
he kept crawling.
I could tell that this was a new
experience for him.
It ended with a shot into
his eye.
It was done.
My eye wet with tears,
his with blood.
A proud individual,
quivvering he
finally, finally, finally
died.
As did something in me.
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