A hunter perched in a tree
Eyes peeled for his prey
Quietly Patiently Waiting
For the perfect time to make his kill

As we move further along the tracks
I see a deer run through the forest
And I wince, wishing I could cry out salvation

The unsuspecting doesn’t know her life is about to end
Over that hill, past that tree, and around the bend

Unfortunately, I fear, the noise of our train
Has spooked her running into her death
And I sit powerless, watching the end to beauty.