Buckshot

Graceful, calm,
Nature's natural dancer.

Constantly hunted down
and cruelly murdered for its antlers.
Eyes black as coal
or a starless night sky.
If you pause a moment and listen closely, you can hear it scream and cry out
as its antlers are broken off of its skull.

Frantic, fearful,
Nature's natural dancer is dead.
Finally resting peacefully,
a bullet hole through its head.