A Day in the Life of a Deer Hunter
The cold crisp morning breaks with so much anticipation,
"Who knows what I might see, maybe a gargantuan?"
But, alas the buck around which a hunter's dreams are spun,
Again doesn't show, nor any other deer, not even one.
The cold crisp morning breaks with so much anticipation,
"Who knows what I might see, maybe a gargantuan?"
But, alas the buck around which a hunter's dreams are spun,
Again doesn't show, nor any other deer, not even one.