In a field shrouded in fog,
a mother deer and her fawn,
awaken to explore the new dawn.
Wandering about in this misty allusion
where everything is quite confusing.
All of a sudden there is this intrusion.
In the distance a deafening sound.
A hunters rifle explodes,
and a buck hits the ground.
The air pungent with the smell of death.
The hunter is tromping through the
rustling leaves, all out of breath.
Now in this fog of misty allusion,
nothing else matters.
Tranquiltity is forever shattered