A Perfect Masquerade
he got so close
close enough...
to be mistaken
out in the woods
for what he was huntin' for.
he dressed himself with horns
and adorned his body
in the camouflage of deer skin.
he got so close
so perfect in his masquerade
that another hunter
couldn't tell the difference
200 yards away
when
he shot him dead.
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