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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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