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.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
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.
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