Duck Hunting
Waking up early todayTo sit in my boat anchored in that shallow mucky bay
Holding my gun to the sky
Just gazing at the breathtaking waterfowl flying by
I don't have a clue why I didn't shoot
Hunting that day must have been a fluke
I guess the good lord didn't want me to kill a duck
So today I have no feathers to pluck
Sitting and seeing nature unfold in front of me from my boat
I felt the need to shed my coat
Breathtaking views everywhere I look
Like something ripped from a picture book
I don't hunt for the killing
Just for my eyes and soul to get a filling
The wilderness so peaceful and calm
Wishing I could protect it in my palm
Crying eyes for the wilderness lost
Yet everyone jokes about the cost
I just know that no one will ever see it through my eyes
So I hope what I see never dies
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