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Dec 2011
Spinning, startled, I fall
Falling, Bleeding, Dying

How did this happen?
I was fine seconds before
Eating, Listening, Breathing
A simple minded doe,
Just living in the woods
A target on my back

The moment I left the clearing
I knew something was wrong
I felt as if I was being watched, and slowly took a step
It was too late.

Now I see the hunter coming for my dying carcass
I am lying in the same dirt, on which I was first born
As I take my final breaths

I see the hunger in his eyes, and the malice in his heart
He looks down at me, laughs, and pulls the trigger.
Megan Hardie
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