I see myself running in fields of green 

without a care or worry of not being seen 

loping and playing with a small whitetail deer 

unaware of the danger that was lurking near. 

Suddenly my dream was shattered by an alien sound 

and slowly raising my head for a quick look around 

I soon discovered the source of the noise 

it was the drunken laughter of some “good ole boys” 

They were surely hunters searching for prey 

and some poor creature would die today 

I wondered who the unlucky target would be 

knowing that it’s always open-season on me 

Frozen in my tracks and filled with fears 

while the bullets whistled past my ears 

Feeling no pain and assuming I had died 

with my last ounce of courage I turned aside 

There on the ground a short distant away 

was my new found friend of earlier today 

my fields of green were now spotted with red 

and my best little playmate lie there dead 

My fear turned to anger at the horrible sight 

and I swore my revenge in the cover of night 

In the shelter of my cave I heard them in camp 

and silently stalked them on ground that was damp 

They were all worn out from the day’s events 

and were stumbling one by one to their tents 

I stared at the fire til it was only an ember 

and then gave the woods a night to remember 

I could tell by the breathing they were out like a light 

so I wasted no time taking my first bite 

The cracking of bones was sweet to my ears 

as I thought of the friends I had lost thru the years 

Standing perfectly still at the edge of the trees 

the smell of danger was now gone from the breeze 

I slipped into the night like a shadow unseen 

and in dreams I returned to my fields of green. 

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