ever wonder what it would be like to be a deer? - written est. '95 - #1 post to WDC 2006
|Darkness closes in as the forest trees tower above me.
The last beams of sunlight come in spots to color
and play with the grass and leaves.
I run swiftly through the forest,
never making a sound at all.
I am trying to escape the Predator
that's been stalking me since early fall.
I come to the edge of an open field
and pause to smell the air.
I can smell his musky Human scent
and the odor of used gunpowder.
I cross the field cautiously,
seeking a place to hide.
Again, I reach the forest land.
I come to a deep ravine
and leap across to the other side.
I am an animal of the wild
one that is hunted and maimed.
I am more than just food for Man,
I am strong, and free, and untamed.
I AM DEER