Misunderstood Deer
Put on this planet, the deer is a beautiful creature.Hunted, it turns into a piece of meat. The hunter salivates at the opportunity to consume such a delight. Served just right, its pinkish meat takes over all thoughts and the consumer gets lost in ecstasy until it is finished....often leaving the consumer without any appreciate for the animal in which gave them such a gift.
With a huge rack, the deer turns into a trophy. The hunter so engrossed in the rack, they cannot wait to tell their friends. They cannot wait to show up at the front door with a smile from ear to ear with the rack on the arm. After displayed properly and the rack put away, all they can talk about is the size of that rack. All this while never acknowledging the life taken.
After some observation of the wonderful deer in the wild, when watched and appreciated, when trying to be understood, the deer will come nearer and nearer each day. The deer will recognize the goodness of the heart and become attracted to it, eventually allowing you to touch it. Eventually allowing you to witness it in its relaxed nurturing role. Like how it cares for its young, its loving and kind nature.
When hunted, it wants to retreat. It wants to be alone. It wants to, at best, only associate with it own kind.
....leaving she says, "I think you misunderstood me dear."
A story inspired by a recent conversation.
Comments (23)
This was suppose to be my attempt at writing a touch of literature....rather crude I may say...but pretty much how it came out as I thought it up.
It is about a woman (or women) who feel repressed by men.
:)
Chronic Wasting Disease (CWD) in deer, elk, moose, etc. is similar to mad cow disease & is widespread in some areas.
Creutzfeltd-Jakob Disease is the form of the disease that affects humans.
Does eating CWD deer spread the disease to humans?
There are differing opinions.
CWD involves prions. They're weird...like something out of The Andromeda Strain.
Gotta admit...I'm more wary about eating venison than I was several years ago.
The disease is getting worse these days.
Yeah. I can see the simile.
The hunter = man
Then in the end, dear = man
lol
Well...that is what it was suppose to be anyway.
I understood what you were trying to say, and well done on your creativity
Nice!
...and you are right, this would have been far better posted in poetry corner.
This was my attempt to display a woman's perspective...in some ways of life. Poor deer. :(
All of this was thought up on my way back from a movie last night and from a recent conversation. On the way up to the movie, there were 3 deer crossing the road. As I went by them, I briefly flashed my headlights warning the oncoming vehicle. On the way back, I noticed where one of the deer were hit. Thinking about how they fit into our lives, it dawned on me there are similarities to be fit together.
BTW...nice poem you shared.
I love the first 3 lines.
I will see if I can come up with some more artistic ideas. I never really used poetry corner before but certainly will in the future. :)
Nevertheless, in the long run realizing such a sordid plight for the hunted, had the guts if not pure kindness to retreat and withdraw itself from the obscured perception of the hunter. Him being the victim instead of the victor.
A most delightful story Johnny which enhances such a subtlety very seldom employed in the art of story telling except perhaps for the likes of Shakespeare, Longfellow and Gordon Byron.
More of that would be a double treat specially in a blog land that is infested of intrigue lately.
I am not going to lie, I think I deciphered about 80% of what you said.
I hope there are more ideas/stories/realities I can creatively share on here.
Thanks again.
Of course, there are some meats on the older deer that is not so tasty...if they are swamp deer.