Such large and pretty fearful eyes
In knowledge you are loved to death,
Wanted to destruction, hungry adored
Flesh from bone, a lifetaking appreciation
You are feast beloved food source
They will hunt you.
Pretty eyes, anxious wide and wary
I have seen you on the deer faces
Of hunted women, troubled children.
Victim eyes, large and sweet with sorrow
I have greeted you startled in mirrors.
They hunt you still.
He asks why you evolved to be tasty
As thought the prey has some right
To choose not to be eaten.
Deer eyes, gentle eyes, did you intend
This body to be so fatally appealing?
Did any of us choose?
My son has a huge thing about tigers, leading us to the information that Sambar deer are the prey of preference. We saw some footage. They have big, sad, frightened eyes, and the image stayed with me.