If Only
Midday,
no shadows to muddle the glare.
Fawn stuck in a briar bush.
Bear coming.
If only a cloud
could hide the face of death?
The hungry cries
of her cubs unsettle the air.
If only you were not so near
to overhear.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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