10-31-2021, 09:18 AM
Fawn's icy black pupils
stare down at the tracks,
not comprehending.
The dear mother lies still
on the gravel--
fawn snuggles up against her.
By morning sun
dear mother stinks of death
fawn leaves her to the flies.
The gaping forest swallows him
never to return to this place.
stare down at the tracks,
not comprehending.
The dear mother lies still
on the gravel--
fawn snuggles up against her.
By morning sun
dear mother stinks of death
fawn leaves her to the flies.
The gaping forest swallows him
never to return to this place.