The Deer
The deer... pensive in its musings
Nibbling tender grass and leaves.
While those who traffic sorrow
Will not let these creatures be.
As the deer may hold opinions
Not shared by those around...
Making it fodder for a Universe
That rewards egregious hounds.
The End
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