Always the hunted
Treated as prey
Setting your traps
I can't get away
You plan a scheme
Map out a plot
Hiding your snares
Until I am caught
My role is a victim
And courage I lack
Cowardly scented
Crudly you attack
Continually baited
So trusting and meek
I'm game and a game
My suffering you seek
To wound, but not kill
Sustained, I'm not free
Gutted, yet once again
It's open season on me
©S. Austin Vincoski
