Different birds were on the branches,
Every tree in their path is lined up.
Every step he take, there are dry leaf cracking,
While his companion knows where they were heading.
With every tweet, with every ribbit.
In the whisper of the wind, in the brook that plunges.
The silence it causes,
At the door of his mind,it is knocking.
But the rustling leaves made him turn,
To see the wild deer finally return.
Its round spots looks like stars at night,
Wrapped in its brown fur with art.
Their sparkling eyes finally meet.
Between the interval, there was a relationship.
Although he realize, he is not alone,
When he hears another tone.
"Do it, coward", his companion whispers crystal clear.
At once, handing him a gun while staring at the deer.
He feels the cementing in his movements.
He knows that a gunshot will be heard soon.
But at the urging of conscience sent.
So he quickly diverts his intent.
He ended up making a mistake,
But used violence as mercy for its sake.
Both knelt down but one lay down in submission.
To him embraces the hand of fear and trepidation.
Some wings flutters up to the heavens,
At the same time, the deer’s deliverance.
Like the deer, he also breakfrees.
Like the deer, he dances with sadness and glee.
But until when will he just run?
And continue to get lost until the end of time?
