Slide down your sight line
Make me your target
Zone in and zoom to my heart
I hide in the forest
Unseen and unmarked
Living in quiet, serene
I watch as the prey
Dance crazy patterns
In fearful flight
Lifeblood in the loam
Sticky and matted
Still the chasing goes on
Something keeps them
All interwoven
And I am just waiting
This time I think
Maybe I'll be spotted
Chosen by arrow and beau
Then I regret to remember
That I am a tree, not a doe
And any shot so misfired
Will be met with a dull wooden thunk.
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