The Hunt

The Hunt

I'm only out for the hunt. When I catch them, I hang them on the wall. They do not have to be short or tall. All they have to do is stop by or call. Their feelings mean nothing to me at all. To me, I don't care if they crawl on the floor. It's just one more to hang on my wall. They always stop by to cry or call. I just looked up. I love them all. All I want is the thrill of the hunt. Nothing less, nothing more. Once I catch them, I sit on the floor and make plans for just one more. If you want, I can meet you by the shore. Then you can settle the score. As for me, there is nothing more. I'm already gone.