Lion's Paw
In a forest clearing,
a doe worried and wary,
looks up to the noon sky;
peers through the bushes,
sniffs at the east wind,
listens to swaying leaves
... it's still safe.
Nearby, her nimble fawn
fumbles and stumbles
on a grassy, mossy mound,
playfully leaps around,
circles, dances on and on,
jumps over a rotting
... paw of a lion !!
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