Author: ladyjewel

Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,
The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly.

The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell of
Something unknown hits his nose, he stops and his senses
Come alive, he turns his head in the direction of the smell.

As his eyes notice the Man standing with a coat on and a gun
Pointed right at the deers heart, the world seems to stop,
The bullet is like a white hot arrow singing as it comes
It rips into his side and the force makes the deer stumble.

As he sinks to the ground his breathing slowing down, his heartbeats slowly stopping, he watches the Man walk over to him and kneel down, he feels the warm strong hand gently stoke his neck and a strange carm comes over him, his eyes close and his soul lifts up and drifts into a place of peace, his body is lifted and carried over broard shoulders, respected by the Man who send his soul to heaven.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
My son went hunting for the first time with his new father in law.
I have mixed feelings, I know hes a Man now, but I see the boy who animals just love.
I saw a pic of him with the deer he killed and I see the Man, but I also see his eyes and how it worried him:-)
A mother sees below what others see.
I like to think the deer felt like this?