A Beautiful Hunt (Poem)

The whole herd has gone berserk,

Every deer rushes headlong

into the deep, away from freedom,

Terror reigns over the grassland,

From death doth lay any escape?

Splashing water disturbs the calm,

A hundred hearts might soon explode,

There is really nowhere to go,

Over the path from hopelessness

to hope, the same dark sky looms.

This is a picture of chase,

Though the predator cannot be seen,

Death is out to gobble up life,

Why does then it look so beautiful?

Is it perverse to enjoy a hunt?

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