When we get there
Sitting, observing the trees, looking for any movement to indicate the vermin is alive and willing to play. I had premeditated the enjoyment and acted it out. My instincts are perverted by the gun, giving me a quick fix to my natural desire to obtain a meal. To think of what I had done, brought me to question myself, to trust why I acted, or know who I was. Sometimes I get to a place, a place that has taken a long time to get to, and I wish I wasnt there.
posted by Cap'nTate @ 1:56 AM
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