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White Spots

Pollen rushing

though the grass

as chipmunks dig

thoughtlessly.



White spots, a fawn

darts into

the morning sun

Doe's eyes sail,

opaque. Her child.



A hand through

the fence rouses

her over

the pure white spots

soon to fade. 



She eats.

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