I see in the distance a deer galloping
I hear the breeze carry a bullet
A bulletin into the body, leaving a marking
I face the dead animal, it's so posturizing
These creatures were exercising
You're killing them like it's a sport
To them it's their home you're invading
They become gallantry, baby protecting
I look further to see a calf
Fawn bodies fading on the ground
Eyes bulging out its head, seeing no life
I returned at night time to see glowing
It looks familiar, the deer that reached its fate
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 6:17 AM UTC
I see in the distance a deer galloping
I hear the breeze carry a bullet
A bulletin into the body, leaving a marking
I face the dead animal, it's so posturizing
These creatures were exercising
You're killing them like it's a sport
To them it's their home you're invading
They become gallantry, baby protecting
I look further to see a calf
Fawn bodies fading on the ground
Eyes bulging out its head, seeing no life
I returned at night time to see glowing
It looks familiar, the deer that reached its fate