On a crisp Fall morning,
I'm still snug in my king
I feel the panting of my yellow lab,
"Hah, hah, hah"
His warm breath is on my neck
Making me sweat.
I roll out of bed.
With a cup of hot coffee in my hand,
Bacon sizzling on the stove,
It's a beautiful day to catch
Me a duck.
I put on my hat, jacket,
Then I grab my rifle and Cooper.
Out the door I go.
After walking for several miles
In the deep woods,
I finally get to the duck pond.
I find the perfect one.
I slowly riase my rifle and
Right on target.
Cooper already knows what to do.
He's in and out of the pond like a rocket.
I'm glad I got my first kill.
But as Cooper drops the duck at my feet,
My feelings change.
He's just dead.
Lying there, motionless.
I took its life.
Is that how I'll be in years to come?
Or even my dog, too?
When we die, we'll be soul less.
Forgotten about, like this duck.
I hunted him and death will hunt me.
Well, tonight I'll go home,
Make some duck soup by a fire,
Sleep it all off and forget.