Notes About The Poem
Written on July 6, 2024
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Playing Nice
At the edge of the dark forest, in shadows
Breathing the heavy morning dew, just the two
soft commotions kiss the silence as they froze
listening, for a presence, gentle hearts flew
huffing, puffing, thick scents of moss, blackest earth
outfoxing the hunter whose sure to pursue
he’s been an ever present danger since birth
always, she’s two steps back and one step ahead,
hoping to make it through fall for what it’s worth.
she feels like she is living in constant dread
and her fawn, oh, how she yearns to protect him
each season, she’s trying to avoid bloodshed
often, she travels in the creeks where they swim
sometimes eating bits of their corn on a whim.
Contrast:
Between the predator and the prey:
She starts the hunt with blood in her eyes,
She’ll seek out the trespasser to say her goodbyes,
Outfoxing him, soon he’ll pay the final price
She’s going to kill him, so next fall they’ll think twice
Before trying to trick her – he should have played nice!
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