Shooting The Deer A man Went out One morning In Camouflage And an orange Vest And sat In a Tree in Silence. Hours passed. A big buck Walked By And A Bow Was Slowly Pulled back. A razor Tipped Arrow Whizzed Through the Air And Slammed Into its Chest. The deer Crumbled And the Hunter climbed Down In triumph. He watched it Gasp for Air And Struggle and eventually it died. He dragged It to the Truck With his Buddies Who were all Impressed by Its size And the rack On its head. Later he hung It from a hook And sawed Off its legs and Head, Wrapped it in Plastic and took The body to A butcher. He saved the head To be later Mounted on A wall. Today The head Looks Out Stiffly, In the Living room With Glassy Eyes, Long After Its meat Has been Cooked And Eaten. It never Reveals Its Thoughts.