Poetry

The End

shutterstock_186441350 (1)Dawn is green pasture

Wet with dew,

Clover and stolen strawberries.

The joy of survival.

The silent warmth of companionship.

A blast,

A flash,

A crash through the wood.

Darkness is claiming

Both grass and blood.

The black, glassy eye

Unsees the sky.

Mother Hen

(Writing Prompt: END, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)

feature photo: shutterstock

Disclaimer: I am in not opposed to hunting for food and will happily eat venison. This is merely an attempt to show the story from a deer’s point of view.

© motherhendiaries 2015, all rights reserved.

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  1. Wow, speaking of flashbacks! This reminded me of the movie Powder. Twenty years later and I still recall the scene with the deer and the hunter.

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