The Deer Hunter

The Deer Hunter

For it was such a beautiful day,
Gentle breezes caressed my muzzle,
Bringing scents I knew and loved,
Oh - how wrong that I was.

I heard a click,
My long ears swept back,
My deep brown eyes widened in terror,
A chill filled my body.

I heard a humans curse,
I did but tense to flee,
Without any warning,
My hooves did fail me.

Such agony did fill me,
As I heard the rifles bark,
My nerves turned to fire,
This bullet - in my back.

I crashed down upon the loam,
Blood frothing at my muzzle,
Such agonies did consume me,
Oh please - make it stop!

I heard the dry twigs snap,
I smelt his terrible stench,
I tried to fight him off,
I can not move an inch.

Roughly does he grab me,
His hands up under my belly,
I cling most desperately,
To my very sanity.

He swears and releases me,
I see him walk away,
I cry out for some mercy,
He does not even turn.

Hour upon hour I suffer,
My body slowly growing cold,
I can feel my very lifeblood,
Oozing from my wound.

I can not move,
My lungs are but failing,
I slowly begin to strangle,
My pain is unending.

My once soft brown eyes,
That did shine with such vitality,
Now slowly lose their glimmer,
My eyesight does but falter.

As death at last comes for me,
How many hours have but passed?
Even though I welcome it,
I hear its mocking laugh.

Why hunter, why?
Why did you make me suffer?
For it is not one life that you have taken,
You know nothing of my Fawn.

Even now I hear her,
Her hungry wails ring out,
I wish I could go to her,
To drive away her fears.

Of all the things I want most,
Only one do I wish,
I wish to spare my young,
Her slow and agonising death.

My last has come,
A slow - drawn out sigh,
Why was I chosen?
What harm had I done?

Hunter I forgive you,
I beg of you have mercy,
Why did you not kill me,
Instead of leaving me to die?

I try to find understanding,
My thoughts do fade away,
My sole remaining image,
Is of what I am.

I know why you left me,
Oh how I wish to change,
I can not change this form I'm in,
This form to which I was born.

Indeed - you seemed so angry,
When you treated me so roughly,
Then too your displeasure,
You found out what I was.

Truly were you angry,
I wish it was not so,
For can I but help,
That I was born a Doe?

I have chosen the music I Have a Dream as I dream that hunting will one day cease. I feel that animals have rights too so, please help protect our wildlife.

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