• Pierce cut blood
    I the arrow long thin
    Light brown


    Also feathered
    Shoot, hit
    Shoot, hit

    There are many like me
    But I am the best
    Hit every time

    Deer deer we shout
    Huntsman pays no attention

    His flexed colossus hand reaches the others
    Shoot shoot shoot the others go

    There she went,

    Blood pours down her sore legs
    Her life is precious

    Pure treasure
    She galloped faster into the deep forest

    Her hoof beats only get more silent
    Most people would enjoy tranquility
    Life is not a game it can’t be won

    But it can be loved or cherished
    Life is her pride
    Staying alive is the game.