Still wet with dew
the Earth
that draws the living from the dead
now cradles newborn fawn
plays the part of grassy bed
The sun
away since yesterday
surges through the meadow
brings a thousand shades of green
drapes the fawn in hunter’s shadow
Posed for death
the hunter stands and contemplates the deer
His heart cries out for life
as his arms drive down the spear
Eyes first opened days before
just glimpse the morning light
see not the horror
but watch
as newborn day turns into night