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Poem
Sept 5, 2013 21:55:42 GMT -7
Post by insanity on Sept 5, 2013 21:55:42 GMT -7
The creature of unbelivable beauty strides silently through the freshly fallen leaves.
The hunter watches as the creature lifts its head and stares in his general direction.
The hunter is frozen until the creature again lowers its head with a flop of its ears.
Taking gentle, slow steps as it grazes on the few clover patches below it doesnt notice the hunter.
The hunter raises his rifle.
A gunshot echoes through the woods.
Away escapes the creature into the woods.
The hunt is over.
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