Deer Death

I need a sharp

paper-thin

note.

Stretched taught

and dried

eyes staring.

Feathers

Dipped in red

and put to parchment.

A bird's surprise

to carry a message

a call.

A warning to flee,

now fly,

and bring the men galloping.

Escape

was a factor

A pipe dream unfair.

To trumpet's song,

and ****** battlefields

bathed, enriched

in history.

To be told

and retold.

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