He hides in the grass, neath the barren tree

Watching, waiting, but he still doesn’t flee

The sound of shotguns, pierce the fresh air

To show himself now, he wouldn’t dare

Alone in the meadow, not another nearby

He knows if he stays there, he may just die

But also, to move, could seal his fate

He’d have to stay, right there, and wait

For his doe had met her imminent demise

This came, unfortunately, as no surprise

As he remembers, sadly, the reason why

She had been taken, by another guy

Afterwards January Prompts – Twice Shy

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