The Predator Hunter.
The passion of the predator hunter is one that runs deep.
For he will go nightly, lack warmth, lack sleep.
The darker the better, his red lens will sweep
Through iced over fields and valleys so steep.
For flaming red eyes and a silhouette body.
It may be a fox or the elusive coyote.
All steps were taken the call was in tune.
He sits in anticipation, awaiting the big boom.
An eruption from barrel the hunter sets free.
An new love is born, a predator hunter is he.
Respect for the animal and memories I'll keep.
We are the hunter of hunters, a wolves among sheep.