*Plkt* and Other Onomatopoeia

Plkt! And the all run away.
Bullet hit flesh hit blood hit bone.
The noise rang out, the shot hit home.
First shot- miss.
Second shot- miss.
Twice now, could’ve scattered,
But they missed.
Bang! And they jump, but still they stay.
Bang! They’re alive, so still they stay.
Plkt! Goes the bullet into her side,
Plkt! And they all run away.
Down goes her body,
Scream do her nerves,
Silent is her pain
To those; they observe.
Family they were.
She’s still alive.
Family they are.
She’s still alive.
Walk back, watch a while,
Nothing you can do because
When Plkt! Went the bullet,
You left her, ran away.
Yes! Cheers the hunter, me.
Fallen food, do I see.
Sausage, meatloaf, all the same
Became me when the Plkt! Came.
I hear Bang!
She felt Plkt!
All the same.
She’s dead, she’s cooked.
They should’ve fled the first time,
Should’ve fled the second time,
When Plkt! Goes her side,
you finally run away.
Plkt! And they all run away.