Deer

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The sun was high above the clouds, shining brightly down onto the grass. Morning dew upon every single blade. The forest clearing is still and unmoving. The bushes at the edge of the clearing shake, disturbing the silence. Suddenly, a fawn pops out into the clearing with wobbling legs. Its' mothers' head is seen pushing the small creature towards his father, who is now in the middle of the clearing eating grass. All is well. As soon as the fawn nears his father, a loud boom erupts throughout the forest. The doe runs towards the fawn urging him to escape. The fawn compiles and runs out of the clearing, the doe close behind. A pair of hunters appear, grabbing the bucks' antlers dragging him away. The family of soon to be four is now three. Winter is coming and there is nowhere to go. Two march through the frosted grass. She had lost her first child in the early hours of the day and she fears that her second will not make it either. She searches for anything that may be edible. She finds nothing. The little fawn is hungry, starving really, she hasn't eaten in days and if she doesn't eat today, She will die. Her brethren had also died earlier in the day to the humans. She had watched from the bushes as they were dragged away. The sun began falling below the treeline. Ending the miserable day.

The Two continue their trek into the white glazed forest in search of food. The doe turns to see her second child on the verge of death, struggling to walk through the blanket of snow. The doe continues farther until she hears a light crunch in the white dust. She hurriedly turns to her child trying to pull her up. Urging, pushing, pulling, willing the fawn to stand until the fawns' lids slowly begin to fall, closing her fading orbs. Her mothers' fears have come to life. She weeps closely near the frail decomposing body of her child for hours until she can feel her hunger begin to set in. She unwillingly continues her search as the sun rises into the horizon. Beginning the rest of her lonely life.

(*369*)  This story is actually two separate entries that went together, hence two paragraphs. It's also one of my longer ones. I can't quite remember what inspired me to write this but it's my favorite of anything I've written so far. I hope you enjoyed.

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