The hunters, Poem.

The sky was black on a winter night.
And clouds were hiding the stars so bright.
The forest as ever was full of trees.
And the leaves were all moved by the lightest breeze.

There were no shadows as there were no light.
But still you could hear the sounds of a fight.
The animals that lived in the forest so huge.
Were fighting to get themselves the right to refuge.

From the hunters out there calm in the night.
The animals wanted to hide, but never got it right.
The deadliest animals ever to be in sight.
Were sitting on the hill watching the animals fight.
The hunters so deadly they were, at night.
The hunters so deadly they were, at night.

The animals fought and though some did win.
They almost immediately got punished for their sin.
As the hunters decided that the time was right.
The hunters so deadly they were at night.

They loaded and readied their guns just right.
The clicks were never heard amidst the fight.
The animals did everything wrong that night.
The hunters so deadly they were at night.

Sunrise was still far away.
The fighting had lead the animals astray.
The hunters aimed and let their bullets fly.
And every single one of the animals did die.

The animals did everything wrong that night.
The hunters so deadly they are at night.