I wonder if we feel the same in a deer's eye
Are they awestruck by the surprise of noticing us as we do them?
Wonder in their belly like a creamy filling
But we've hurt them so much
Maybe we are the Freddie Kruegers of their night dreams
Maybe their DNA now sports flannel memories of lost loved ones
How are they so beautiful
Yet we snuff them out like a raggedy thing
How is it possible to shift from wonderer to hunter?
How is it possible to ignore warmth, curiosity, and innocence?
Maybe they can see death draw the veil behind our eyes
The thought scares me, too
But then, many of my kind have met their end in cool forests
Buried vertically in unwilling accomplice trees