The Japanese do it. Beneath nearly bare limbs as Squirrels hunt acorns. The deer, like a thought, Moves through the autumn forest, Disturbing the leaves. Vapor of his breath Fogs the silent hunter's sight As he lifts the gun. The gunshot echoes Through the forest, followed by A frozen silence.
Red blood flows across The brown and gold fallen leaves.
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