The brown doe for a moment
mesmerizes the boys in camouflage,
broadcasting a telepathic message:
I stand before you here,
majestic as Nature,
graceful as a ballerina,
my beauty is never-ending
and will lodge in your heart,
as the bullet will in mine
long after this deed is done.
i could imagine the glimpse of the doe. i never shot one but i watch a herd of deers at wisconsin during off season. they are hundreds running around corn field and vanish the very first day of season.hhhmm smart ha.
Excellently placed poem, explosive imagery of this account is spectacular..10/10 Thanks for sharing best wishes Jon
Excellent poem. Beauty must be its own reward. My sentiments are entirely with the deer. Warm regards, Sandra
So dreadfully, painfully, horribly true. If only.... Good writing. Shaun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hunting to eat is forgivable hunting for sport is abhorrent to me unless done with a camera