Snow white tigers I hunt at night
Equipped with bow and telescopic sight
Lips chapped by Siberian sunlight
Frozen feet from fluffy Snow.
A Poacher I Am sometimes called
as non believers look on, appalled
they understand not, this hunt so-called
call it what you want, A Poacher I Am Not.
A Poacher collects all, I let all go,
Poachers wait in trucks, I wait in snow,
A Poacher carries guns, I carry a bow,
Poachers rely on luck, I am not A Poacher.
I wait in faith, I rely on He,
To give me what I so much need,
In due time, He will deliver She,
Until that time, I wait in faith.
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