An Inescapable Doom

Caressed by the rosy evening sky Sitting in the lap of river bank Hearing the songs of birds that fly A dreamy fawn is staring in blank Little does he know that He is being stalked From behind the green bushes By a pair of eyes, black and dark He gets up to go to his mother Who is eagerly waiting for him But will he reach there in time For the world has now started becoming dim The cunning eyes follow him Till he is within the range of the gun But the fawn senses something For he starts to fearfully run But the hunter pulls the trigger And the quiet jungle hears a loud 'boom' Now the fawn knows that He couldn't escape his fated doom