It is a painting hung
On the obvious wall in an eating place:
The deer, in the air sprung
And the heavy tiger in close landing
On it with playful paws ,
Sharp teeth and eager jaws ;
Beneath and around the tease,
Is all greenery and breeze
Inclining the tall grass tender
Leeward, to mark the surrender !
Perchance the painter hails the victor
In all freshness, colour and sector;
Yet is there a lost moment
Of hope, terror and lament
Against wild sport and winning ecstasy
Innocent, harmless beauty
Would be a warm prize bounty!
Oh.. the immortal moment of terror
And the latent vision of horror -
The wild feast that is to follow........!
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