Im not a fan of poetry but I found this to my liking.It was in Full Draw, the publication for New York Bowhunters Inc. and was written by Tullio DeSantis and titled "Running, Bleeding". Here it is.... Bloods flying out of you like a floock of red birds freed up from pressured spaces.Your weakening now, running for your life.As life leaves youmarking the trees with inner scent.The dry woods soaked red leaf and root will glow anew, warmed and fed by your pass.Your deer heart unaware continues beating pumping out your life as if you are the world.But you are not the world, you are yourself and you are dying.Your bright tail signals surrender.Ill make it up to you, this beautiful murder.You will continue on within me.
By Tullio De Santis.