her gaze was that of a baby deer
and all around, hunters
rifles pointed straight at her
ready to blow

flee
that's all she had to do

and
in those moments
her legs forgot how to move
each step the hunter took closer
pounded

but she didn't get shot
mother was always there to scream
make sure she got out safe

its only when the leaves crunch beneath her feet
the sun settled ahead
she wondered

one day shes gonna run out of time

and her shortcomings will be the laugh of the game