The Lens

He moved deliberately through the planks,

As she was taking pleasure after her chase,

She did take attention to him but feigned to be unaware.

Slowly he shoved his harpoon and chose a low lying niche where he could shut her.

As she turned her head towards him, She got Angry.

She decided to ambush him.

He pressed the trigger, shot her, he stiffens her without splattering blood.

She rested, in peace birds witnessed the event they flew with chaos.

He hung her, and his work witnessed his bravery and his presence of mind. In the gallery.

Without any guilt. He earned his guest.

Everyone hailed for his work, though he dangled her without any movement vividly.

She still lives in the Wild, by threatening others.

Be a wildlife photographer, 

Save a life by being brave.

Frames are powerful than killer weapons.

Misfire won’t cause vastly cause a penalty,

But targeting the subject of your interest does a wonder while saving flora and fauna.

There are alternatives when life is seen through the lens of the heart, than a barely profit-making mind.