Deer in a forest from a hunters perspective

A mortal span
A fleeting glance
Eternity
Could be a chance
An unearthly hour
How untimely
Its in the cards
Its what we do

The deer may see
May feel may need
Some sweetness
If he does succeed
His randomness
A lottery
The greenest leaf
In the whole tree

The thrust of movement
A true pulsation
Withdrawn perhaps
At whose salvation
An overwhelming and vital force
Take aim and fire
And know the source

A true undoing
A stifling sense
The body quickly
Just feel tense
A pulverization
Adversity
A ruinous blow
Its where we be

Drowning in guilt
Blown away
A threat of violence
Why today?
A beast should leap
In a frenzied hope
And be forced to fall
9on a downward slope

With explosive force
And driven steel
A dislocation
So very real
Blown open and shake
Rampage resort
Forcibly enter
Its what we sport

Theres no counteraction
No polarity
Just persecution
And severity
An unflinching space
With a curious light
And a displaced soul
Reached to a height

And fell like a weight
Its lights gone out
Its heart still warm
What is it about
Lacking wanting
Exempted by
The aim and the sights
Of the hunters eye.