A deer drinking at a stream,
The shuffling in the bushes,
A cold stare.
The whistling gust,
Mighty-hungry breath,
A bloody lust.
The bushes shook,
A pathetic shriek,
The deer’s hungry look,
A pounce, a leap,
The prey at his feet,
The bloody streams – into the water creep.
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Patrick Rain