Rushing out of the bush brashly.
Following the deer like a fungal rash.
Zipping through the long grass leaving a trail.
And picking off the lanker squealing and frail.
Consuming her with vigour
and nashers sharp as hornet stingers.
We gasp at the deer´s pain.
Bones and stained grass the remains.
Are our noble minds so clean?
Brutal nature an insight bringer.
Human civilization hideously the same thing.
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