Day 314 - Caught

Look me right in the eye

And tell me what you see

Will I make a piece of meat

Or shall you set me free

To nobly traverse the forests with pride

I show my true colors, why do you hide?

Behind those long sticks that bang

Until they pierce my fellow's flesh

Hidden in greens and grays

Behind your awful blinding mesh

My head is not a prize I will be giving

My beauty only lasts as I roam living