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From the Eyes of the Hunted
One day I was a walkin' through the woods pickin' off flees
 And as you would guess, minding my own business
 I was walkin' along towards my favorite field
 
 When I noticed a short, chubby guy standin' up near the oak trees
 It was a good day even though I had woke up with a fair amount of dizzyness
 At this moment I knew something was wrong as the chubby man was advancing with a large shield
 
 I thought it might be halucinations as it had been a rough morning
 As I was cruising along down to the turnip patch
 I turned and ducked as I heard a loud whizz
 
 I then saw a young doe get shot through the head and now we were all in mourning
 I brushed it off and decided to continue eating my thatch
 When I heard a loud bang followed by a massive pain
 
 It took me hardly three seconds to desipher what had just happened
 I jolted up and attempted to run
 Left
 Right 
 Left 
 Right 
 
 I was dipping and
  Diving and 
 Jumping and 
 Crying
 When I felt my knees give way
 
 Earth rushing towards me 
 Death coming for me
 I wish I could just sit down and pray
 But no more hope found
 As at last I fell to the ground
 And it was clear my ending would not be so gay
 
 My searing hot flesh 
 As long as it was still fresh
 Placed in a bag made of mesh
 
 I was then to be drug away
 I was then to be drug away
 I knew I could no longer stay

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I used rhythm and rhymes in many different ways to help emphasize points. I began with a rhyme scheme of A, B, C, A, B, C, D, E, F, etc. Then as the storyteller got shot, I stopped the rhyming to show a shock. As the deer was trying to escape I made the poem very choppy to give the allusion that it was a blur for the storyteller. I then showed that the deer had begun to embrace death by picking up another rhyme scheme of A, A, B, C, C, B. I, yet again, changed the rhyme scheme to A, A, A, B, B, B to show that the storyteller had died. Some people might would think I would make this part choppy instead of adding a familiar rhythm to it so that it would seem sad, but I decided to intentionally add rhythm of “Little Miss Muppet” to make it fluent to show that the death was not such a bad thing just a continuation of the circle of life. Although I cannot say that rhyming about death doesn't add to the comedic value of the poem, it is intended to shine a ray of hope and make the death of the storyteller a new beginning instead of an ending.
I purposely misspelled word to show that the dear wasn't that smart.