Deer Hunter –

Six-pronged dead-ended red furred antlers stabbed a hesitating hunter.
Doped-up stag black eyes with hanging pelmet Drag Act wonder lashes widened a watery glaze on bearded pioneer as air and blood crept out to furrow.
Rifles are expensive when bullets can’t fly, and Deer were once vegetarian converts who’ve took easily to The Kill and mounting heads.

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One Response to Deer Hunter –

  1. Barry Comer says:

    Wow sir… historically accurate.

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