God's Little Critters
vast wilderderness she lays her head
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl
no sun to call her own
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters
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