The Indian Woman
An old, Indian woman sat high on the mountain all of red rock.
Her grieving mind experiencing, a heartbreak shock.
Her most beloved, and cherished deer,
Was killed instantly by a mindless huge boulder.
Then, to the golden sunset, her wise eyes did happily spy,
Her beloved deer, going to the Happy Hunting ground in the skies.
August 30, 2020
7am PST
Edited...., original title was Till We Meet Again
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