Hunting

by Eva aged 12

Harnesses have been taken off
Under the Earth’s crust bones are buried
Not much life in sight
Though the gun and dogs are ready
I could hear the growling of the drooling dogs
No-one else around, hunting, grunting , running ,bleeding, screaming, fear, loss, growling
Gone. I was shot down with a single bullet and torn apart by dogs.

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