Golden waters dance around the nakedness of my neck,
and the aching tender reed pours out misty air
to offer to the prowls of the white doe that saunters
after her young fawn.
She scurries around the trees,
making sure she is hidden from view
in the heart of the bleeding forest.
Suddenly, from nowhere, the tiger jumps out
from behind her and sinks his bold teeth
into her marshmallow flesh.
The mask is removed from the hunters face,
and a new song plays out for he who is
now the prey to man who shoots him with darts,
and removes his skin from his bold body,
so it will be used for the hunters carpet
that now adorns his shivering cabin.