Holy Hunter

By Scot Robinson

Holy hunter in the sky
Swooping, diving as you fly.
You kill your prey in gory fright
And then return to graceful flight.

Holy hunter in the wood
Stalking, chasing, hunting, Good!
Down falls your victim wet and red
Lying cold stiff and dead.

Holy hunter in the tower
Dressing, calling; never cower.
Fighting for a brand new deal
to feed your family one more meal.