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An Offering of Love and Pride

I hunt this morning in the rain

Aware of my village duty

A deer is waiting to be slain

Her gift of spirit to me again

In all her sovereign beauty

 

She waits in stillness by the tree

And listens to the whippoorwill

I think her bounty just for me

To fill the hunger of the three

Who wait beyond the distant hill

 

The fragrant earth gives up a scent

And sends a message to the sky

I listen now, my ear is bent

A moment more the deer has lent

She does not know the reason why

 

I take a stance and aim my bow

She wonders who is standing there

I ponder why she will not go

And think in vain to tell her so

She only sighs and does not care.

 

I loose an arrow straight and true

It finds its mark upon her side

She looks to me from whence it flew

And dying now her heart run through

An offering of love and pride.

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