The Peace of the Forest


The peace of the forest covered with snow
and the sensation of a crackling tree,
I walk through a forest few see,
to a meadow of which few know.
I watch, expecting my coming pleasure,
yet he is as a mysterious ghost.
But wait! Here comes the one I want most.
I fire, but did wrongly measure.
I followed after his track,
and I have found him once more.
I fire a round out through the bore,
and struck him below his shaky back.
He let out a loud bugling cry
and tried to escape from me,
yet like a prisoner he could not flee.
He let out a final breath and did die.
'Tis too late to return to town,
I will just stay the night in his realm
In the morning I will return without whelm.
I'll return with my prize colored fawn-brown.

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