Hurt Lamb

I was walking along a grassy path,

When I saw a deer lying down,

It was shot by someone's wrath,

And its two months lamp wondering around,

It told me to take its child home,

It will be a blessing to a dying creature,

Hearing this my mind started to roam,

My heart said nod, yes or you are losers,

My mind became calm with the ire of my heart,

I took its lamb and promised it its salvage,

Hearing this the deer became inert,

It vanished from a world of hate,

The lamb cries and still her memory chew,

No matter the lamb is four-legged or two.