Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
Ah sweet buck with antlers high
and eyes that look with fright,
Remember the stars in the sky
for the hunters are here tonight.
And as for your doe that leaps slow
she has followed and will see
the treacherous arrow from the bow
that will take the life from thee.
She will hide among the brush
and mourn the loss of you.
Never again will she trust man
or anything that they do.
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