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| Bang by � coondogk9 The mountain roared his anger, the sky announced his pain. Thunder bolts and lightning his tears fell like rain. Echoes oer the valley crashing through the brush. Invasion of his domain he charged in a rush. A hunter for the first time, only licensed to kill deer. Set off on a hunting trip loaded down with beer. His sight found temptation he jerked the touchy trigger. The howl heard for miles then charged as it grew bigger. Undergrowth and saplings broke and bowed under foot. Bruin Hilda was angry and would kill if she could. Panic struck, his eyes grew large he trembled with his fear. Trying to keep his gun he climbed, but she was getting near. Almost out of reach he thought, then pain shot up his leg. He felt his fingers slipping as he cried and he begged. The rifle fell and hit him, this saved him from his fate. He was knocked unconscious, not knowing that she ate. Alone hurt and hungry she drug him to her den. Cubs small and starving tore into him. So sets the taste of human blood the cubs summers grew. All for a novice hunter loaded up on brew. Two years old and grown now camper families near. The savage attack in the night a tale you�ll not hear. Now the search for rouge bears a near wiped population. Many years for recovery and careful conservation. Now a peaceful generation the valleys quiet again. But not before the walls were covered with many many skins. Vision Quest � 2002 T Lovett |