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White Stag
White Stag
2 mins
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A whimsical trail of hoof prints
Leading curiosity
to a rarity.
Each step taken
Seems all too familiar
The greenery in the
Scenery
All too similar
To this White Stag
She halts, taken aback
To the
Sounds of leaves rustling
Her ears twitching
To
A branch, that had cracked.
Yet, she stands firm
Her heart beating fast
Was this the spot
That she got tagged
Once free
belonging to no one
Now property
A gentle breeze flows
Through the trees
As she stands
Trying to see
If she's being followed
She watches to see
Unable to see
the forests
Through the trees
As she was about to
Slowly proceed
She feels a sting
But not from a bee
This majestic
White Stag
Staggers til her fall
her white coat
Bleeds red
After all.
