Sun going down,
Lots of prey around,
Im a predator on sundown,
Scope of prediction,
Seeing my prey
In the distance,
My scope our eyes meet,
My prey stands there
In ignorance,
Sence of guilt briefly
Flows through my mind,
Take a deep breath,
Squeeze the trigger,
Explosion proceeds,
My prey looks at me,
Knowing its prediction,
Life flows away,
From it's eye's,
It falls in a second,
It's my affliction,
I prey on the innocence,
Sunset is their prediction,
Scope of prediction.
Colin Bradley.

~colin