The breezes of the wind
sweep through the landscape,
as trees wade softly
in its brief caress.
A solitary deer grazes
greedily upon the green grass
as it watches,
watching for anything.
Yet the hunter breaths softly
like the Autumn breeze around him.
Eyeing the deer through his scope,
he reajusts, and take his aim.
The sound is swift and explosive
though hits the target well
after the aspect of warning is possible.
The beast jerks in abject
pain, brief as lightning hitting the ground,
and falls to an Autumn earth
during its last Autumn breeze.
Hunter has prey,
prey has peace,
and the world continues to turn.


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