My doe-eyed lover
Fixed her inspecting eye on me
I aim my dragon-fire
Before she could flee.
I could not pull the trigger
Her brook look had me transfixed
Her gentle brow killed the killer
My preying instinct nixed.
Her gazelle form filled my mind
She is forest mornings prancing
Very much want to go behind
Her to follow sunrays’ dancing.
My doe-eyed lover
To death my shooter’s ways pass
I feast on prized meats no longer
Instead I eat buds, leaves, and grass.
So what if I eat grass, so that you and I will be vegetarians that’s not so bad, we’ll imitate those cheeky peta models and put lettuce leaves on each other and if we would like to have a salad binge then well, we’ll get more from the supermarket, and we’ll have fun picking those groceries together and push the shopping cart like two pilots of a jumbo jet and we’ll whip up a nice nutritious sumptuous healthy meal and we’ll talk about our plans for night and the day and the weeks and the years…wow, why, let’s take a trip to the nearest tourist attraction with our eyes open and our pockets closed, let’s open our hearts to ranging the forests of dreams with no hunters but ourselves in disguise as does doing the impossible, being, staying, and fighting to be…vegetarians.
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