Gun in my hand, my breath held
Tightly, not making a sound.
I have to kill this one today.
The lion’s swimming behind the bushes. In his
Own little world full of happiness. Cubs
By his side.
No, I have to kill him.
One, two, three, go! A bullet
It hit him. So slowly, yet so quick. I
Watched as he writhed in pain, tears
Falling out of his cubs’ eyes.
Crying, twisting, withering
Humanity quite shaken
Another life taken.