Splendid Reverie
Was cool wind upon my face, as in my thoughts was lost,
Having been a dozen hours since I'd slept, to be the cost.
I'd not shot any one big buck deer in many a frosty moon,
Now that day to change my luck, couldn't come too soon.
Wearing my heaviest coat, for was the height of the season,
Felt warm inside, didn't wish to move, unless a good reason.
But. there he was, biggest buck I'd seen, and its heavy rack,
As I raised my gun, I remembered a fawn, did hold me back.
The baby deer seemed lost, no mother doe, wandered away,
As I tried in shooing him into the woods, only wanting to play.
He bawled out loud, missed his mother's milk, would not stay.
So much like children of my own, it changed my mind that day.
Now I was faced with a dilemma, a member in that hunting club,
Should I shoot or hold my shot, I just couldn't win, it was the rub.
If I had passed up that trophy, its good venison, i'd have regrets,
Then on the other hand, my strong conscience, would lose a bet.
That big critter walked down the road, and past my high tree blind,
My trigger finger had frozen up, couldn't pull it, my heart it did bind.
Then I watched the biggest buck of my life, slowly move from sight,
Realizing the beauty I'd missed, just to shoot an animal, is not right.
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