often where I pass
i happened upon a tiny deer captured ramming against hard
because it cannot jump like its mother
with a vocal I had never heard till now sounding as a pleading lamb
three large dogs are inside the perimeter
get wind of the defenseless
I on the outside
looking on as a horrified spectator does
wondering how the fawn became entrapped
as a mother myself feeling helpless
knowing its a matter of time
for the distruction of something was once complete
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