The Hunt
A deer walks,
Silently,
Tip toeing through the woods,
Lost,
After running for miles,
As the traffic near his home increases,
A deer walks,
Quickly,
Looking in all directions,
Scared,
Of the sound of a person,
Getting closer to where he rests,
A deer walks,
Twang,
Swiftly moves the arrow from the archers bow,
Thud,
The impact of the arrow passing by his body hitting the ground,
Crash! Flop! Crash! Flop! Flipty flop,
A deer runs!
Crash,
Silence remains broken twigs crackling,
Crushed,
From the weight of another pound,
Hoofs’ scurrying away as the deer runs scared,
My Dear Crawls,
Thrashing,
Unable to move silently,
Motionless,
He lies bleeding waiting to die,
Visions of his life passing before his eyes,
My Dear lies,
Thinking,
Remembering all the of things he has not yet taught to his children,
Cries,
Unable to pass on the skills passed through his family for generations,
Unable to pass on the enjoyment of the hunt,
My Dear Dies,
Violently,
Laying at the base of a tree,
Broken,
Where the excitement only moments before caused him to fall,
From his perch 30 feet above forest floor,
The hunt is over…