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Stag Hunting

November 15, 2013
By Michael Xiao BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
Michael Xiao BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
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My breath fades into the icy grip of winter
as I stalk through a frozen wasteland.
Wind howls through thin trees and bite at my cheeks,
to which their only response is to blush.
Off past a field of iridescent white
a lamp falls over,
I come to.

Groggy, as I cock my head about,
I catch a blurry glance of a majestic stag,
muscles rippling in the early morning glow.
Hooves clopping as it struggles with
pants.

I swear it smiles,
tenderly, with warmth.
Trotting away, the hunter is
hunted.



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