we were unpreparednby rights we should have been awarenwith bow and flint and arrownthere were three deer outside the windownnmy father's father would've knownnhow to pull that wire and steady the bownsend that arrow into her beating heartnhow to cut her and use every partnnwe've got food for weeks and weeksnand all that blood would find its way to the carpetnsitting there I couldn't shake that guiltnas the deer walked free up the hill