The Female Antelope

Long was the run to live On a May day; Running in the corners of the living world. A Female antelope, Led it's way to a stream nearby To wet it's broken feet to safety. Just now had a fight with the mighty. Running to a safe sojourn. Grass so red returned with in vain. Unable to see the future of life. There ends all nightmares to a ground. Today is luckier in having been saved, Not like her mates just caught by the mightiest. Speeding with elbow wind there came a trap, Made by human's unknown. To lead its way to a sanctuary. To be named, to be tamed and to be cared. Innocent children who turn wise with pets. Vets who save the wounded legs Never was the day without amusement. Of few hundreds of crowd. At the sight of the beautiful creature. To live longer, to eat more fresh grass. Man becomes God to save her. To live like a clay.