November 15, 2007
Boom a gunshot roars
Pound wild mustangs running
flap a bird soars high

a beautiful,sweet,
and majestic buck now dead
a sad sight to see

Do not cry for for
he prances majestically
in heavens meadows

Mother Nature made
rain from her tears of sadness
for the sweet dead buck

God made thunder out
of anger toward the
hunter that killed it

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