eyes of a fawn
innocent and wide.
its gaze on its mother,
its pelt spotted
like the shadow of the trees.
a cricket chirps,
little fawn looks back—
a stick breaks,
little fawn is gone.
hurt, touched, dead.
the mother was far away now.
it’s okay, little fawn,
it wasn’t your fault
for being born.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:13 PM UTC
eyes of a fawn
innocent and wide.
its gaze on its mother,
its pelt spotted
like the shadow of the trees.
a cricket chirps,
little fawn looks back—
a stick breaks,
little fawn is gone.
hurt, touched, dead.
the mother was far away now.
it’s okay, little fawn,
it wasn’t your fault
for being born.
poor fawn
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