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The Hunter And The Deer
Black soft eyes of a curious deer,
Meet the eyes of her hunter,
Both tense at the sight of eachother,
One raising a gun to focus,
The other searching for the best way out,
So silent the forest becomes,
Not a bird chirps or bee hums,
The hunter is ready to get his catch,
A gun rears at the same time,
As the quick deer jumps in fear,
And the so that doe,
She disappears.
Persistence is the key,
Thought the hunter walking through,
The desolate forest surrounding,
Up a tree and to a stand,
He waits patiently as only a good hunter could,
A small snap of a branch and his head turns,
Two deer eating so peacefully,
The bark of a maple tree,
With realization he stares,
And suddenly the puts down his gun,
Looking at the spectacular beauty,
He had missed so many past times.
Meet the eyes of her hunter,
Both tense at the sight of eachother,
One raising a gun to focus,
The other searching for the best way out,
So silent the forest becomes,
Not a bird chirps or bee hums,
The hunter is ready to get his catch,
A gun rears at the same time,
As the quick deer jumps in fear,
And the so that doe,
She disappears.
Persistence is the key,
Thought the hunter walking through,
The desolate forest surrounding,
Up a tree and to a stand,
He waits patiently as only a good hunter could,
A small snap of a branch and his head turns,
Two deer eating so peacefully,
The bark of a maple tree,
With realization he stares,
And suddenly the puts down his gun,
Looking at the spectacular beauty,
He had missed so many past times.
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