Free Cee Deer John

DEER JOHN We were surrounded and astounded everywhere was a gun with no where to run we were trapped each of us felt strapped shackled to a tree all my compatriots and me to the left were mountains and caves to the right I saw the sea and its mighty waves either way we were walking into inescapable death each holding our own and holding our breath suddenly we heard gunshot all around as low as we could we hit the ground our blood was surely soon to be shed and this is what a deer must feel like right before he's dead © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~