Deer's Eyes

Deer’s Eyes

I sat there on a cool fall day,
So much time had passed away.
As the sun began to drop for the night,
I saw a glimmer of a beautiful sight.

He was a breath of life in my tired heart,
Waiting for so long was only the first part.
Taking life of an innocent soul,
This, and only this, was the true goal.

My buck stood there staring me down,
His eyes were shimmery marbles of brown.
I knew he could see me getting ready to aim,
But he didn’t move, he acted so tame.

He was like a statue waiting to be admired,
But it was too late, I had already fired.
With one shot, he fell like a boulder,
The perfect age, none too young and not much older.

The pride I had of holding his 10 point rack,
The joy of knowing it was one some hunters lack.
I had never felt the pleasure out of both life and death,
But I knew then and thanked him for his last breath.

Looking into his sparkling gem eyes,
I watched him as he slowly dies.

His eyes close and the life went away,
He then realized it was his last day

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