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by Kristin Apr 27, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Creeping through the forests, making not a sound. Trying to be hidden, not wanting to be found. Grazing on the bushes, wondering about. Not thinking of the future and having little doubt. Waiting for the signal, silently loading the gun. He stalks out his prey and thinks it will be fun. Unseen to all this dangerous, just frolicking around. Unaware that in just moments, he'll be falling to the ground. Now he's in position, he has a perfect shot. The red beam appears on his prey, making sure to hit the spot. The instinct of this deer is becoming very strong. Finally he realizes that something's really wrong. As the hunter pulls the trigger, the deer looks him in the eyes. The hunter feels the pain, the deer never said his goodbyes. And as the hunter took this life, He would never be the same. He never thought about the deer, and viewed hunting as a game. So as you walk though the forests, and go hunting for some play. This isn’t just a normal thing, when it's predator vs. prey.