P. S. Burton
	Circle Morning I jumped off the porch With a great sound I hit the ground. I imagined myself as a tiger in the hunt Searching for my repast. I had the jar in My hand to confine my prey in. I ran down The stone laid path towards the garden Jumping over toys and bikes as if stones in a pond I slowed down as I reached the jungle of colors And of sweet smells and of course of my hunt. I came upon a bee and in a great motion I had Him in my jar, which I placed swiftly in my side Bag. Ah, I see a Monarch on the lily. I came upon It and it flew away, but not fast enough to get away from me I quickly came upon it and it flew higher and I Jumped And caught the Monarch in the jar. I am in such joy that my hunt has gone well. I took my prey to the Hottest part of the farm near the barn. I took out the jars And placed them on the edge. So I could see them slowly. Die. I want death. I needed death for the hunt to be completed I want to kill for the sake of killing. I wanted my chance. Noon I saw myself sitting and watching, but nothing happened The hounds were out of the house and I wanted to Play. So I took my prey out of the sun and into the cold. I played. And while I was playing a new predator was upon my prey Like a thief in the night he stole my hunt and let them go I saw this and rushed over, over come with madness I attacked this giant…I got a hold of his leg with my Teeth and he yelled like a bitch giving birth. He bled And I bit harder. He pushed me down on the ground. The white linen on the clothes line fell to the ground. And I was mad. I asked the giant in anger and madness Why ? He grinned and the fight was on again. I felt around for a weapon but I only found earth. I crunched the earth in My hand and it turned to stone and my hand started bleed. It hit the Ground and I wanted a lion attack from the woods form the sweet aroma of it. I got to my feet again, with the rock still in my hand. And looked up at the Giant and said "that was my chance to kill, my chance to become a Man." he laughed "killing a bug is nothing." At that moment I wanted To kill him. I was Cain again I was hungry for more death and respect and I wanted Abel dead because he was with the father. Night "you got to kill with father." That all I could think of How this giant was with the father before me. The rock was Still in my hand and the blood was still hitting the earth he walked away from me. I was filled with more anger I felt The devil himself would tremble and bow to me. I raised my arm To throw the rock at the giant head and destroy the predator that took away my hunt. And as I was about to throw the rock My hand opened and the stone fell to the ground And I realized that I couldn't kill. And for the first Time I cried. I mourned. For the hunt was over for The father. And I was still a boy. And the giant would Live for another day.

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