Losing Control

Step away bonehead fiend

My claws clearly drawn

Warning shots go unheard

Your taunts heave my ears

Readying to pierce the flesh

The torment goes unchecked

On my belly searching

A place to hide in safety

Drop the weapons

Shrapnel ripping skin

You and your fellow hunter

Circling me

Prancing fools in merriment

Hoping for my demise

A weapon of choice

Catches my eye

Crude in the likeness

Impressive handling within my grasp

Animal instincts begin to shudder

Rational view vanishes

As the stone takes flight

The smashing of the foes skull

Blood and tears met with screams

The squeals of anguish light the air

I ready my positional flight

Noise of other hunters

Perk my senses

I bound through the tundra

Seeking a hiding place

A shelter from the hunters

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