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Do you kill to protect your food source?
Do you kill to prevent further force?
My hens feed me in the outback
they chirp love but do not quack
I love my girls, I let them roam
all is well if they stay home
This morning early there was a squawk
not the way they usually talk
I hit the floor running,
knew I'd be gunning
something was attacking my food source
Rifle in hand this is rugged land
I burst right thru the door
Surprise! a biiig cat, licking her lips
three cold shots right from the hip
I hate killing it tears me up
without my girls, there'd be no sup
fear not, I waste nothing
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