Dying Art
by Zanaida - [email protected] 

An evil hunter aims his gun
on a doe that jumps into a fleeing run.
A loud blast fills the air,
tears slip out of a fawn's eyes that stare.
The doe's body is dragged away
while the fawn stays at bay.
A new head is mounted on the wall,
and as the seasons change from spring to fall
The fawn grows handsome and strong,
but then something cold and long
Bites into his flesh and breaks his heart,
Another piece of God's art is mounted on the wall.

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