Infancy to the vigor of youth, digressive
She treaded on a thin line made of hair
Eyes closed, her heart cut wide open
Weeping and stotting in the deer field
She was a deer cub, in pain.
Caressed by blue bells and snow drops
She laid wounded by prickles of hebetic youth
Eyes wide open, gazing at the sun
Dreaming and hoping for a sky full of stars
She was a deer cub, in fear.
Touched by life and sapience around
She shivered in the rain of endless misery
Eyes senile, melting with the warmth of her tears
Drowning and soaking for her sins to be washed
She was a deer cub, in dormition.
Remnant, a lifeless deer cub…