Hunter

last fall i hunted white-tail deer

my dog and gun with me

i wandered to a shady grove

where ivy grew dark green

i raised my gun so carefully

and fired into the trees

then saw it was my true love fell

in a dress of darkest green

a dress of darkest green

her eyes reflected back the moon

as i carried her back to my car

but as i crossed the empty road

was a dead deer in my arms

a dead deer in my arms