The Doe's Eye My sin-stained soul, beseiged by the bitter rabbits of my hunt, transported me behind the doe's eye... where warm blood river-rushed from my prey's bullet infested mind. The nerve I stood upon twitched as I fell towards the puddled earth; my perspective changed from fear to loss, death's stench permeated my skin, I had become that which I sought. Hawks circled above my host, I climbed quickly out of the rifle wound. I hoped my mouth's foul-tasting glory wasn't out of hunger, but shame - through my eyes once again, I wept.