Alone
Rising dawn, somber and sorrowful
The fawn searches for his mother in the new light,
lies down and laps the cool water of the lake
And then lunges himself up the serrated landscape
in hopes of finding an escape
somewhere where he can be safe.
But the mountain comes fierce with a corpse on its shoulder
And the fawn lets out a yell of sorrow.
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