I sometimes walk through the woods next to my home.
Where once I traveled in the dark,
I found a deer,
Dead on the edge of the river road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
That road is so narrow; to swerve might make more deaths.
By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car,
And stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing I just witness.
She was stiffened already almost cold.
I dragged her off the road.
I noticed she was large in the belly.
My fingers touching her side brought me the reason-
Her side was warm.
Her fawn lay there waiting.
Alive still,
Never to be born.
Besides that mountain road I hesitated.
The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm,
Exhaust turning red,
Around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.
I thought hard for us all-my only swerving.
Then pushed her over the edge into the river.
For she had just passed away.
With it's child.
Never to be born.
Quickly and quietly I flee away.
From the ones that had murder the poor mother to be.
Silently I shed tears for her and her unborn child.
Once more,
I go back to roaming the dark woods.....
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DARKEST SHADOWS
Bí ẩn / Giật gânThere is evil in every corner of the world, they seek for a mortal that will give them access to the mortal realm, this mortal is very special to them. They are careful not to break the fragile mortal.Though, cautiously, they approach the mortal, fo...
