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you brought me home, deer hunter.
out of the wilds, my ears on a swivel for wolf-song.
you kiss sweetly, feeding me by hand.
a road like thunder, my eyes slice the path for danger-sign.
you speak tenderly, fingers interlacing like the cradle of creation.
the sky unfurls, my shoulders coil for strike-distance.
you smile beautifully, soothing me with a look.
the clearing erupts, my bare feet land whisper-soft.
you shot me down, dear hunter.
the forest collapses, my head hits the clouds mid-flight.
The Hunt || 1550 SC USA 04.04.26