Cautious creatures
Woodland beings
Forget their senses
So it seems
Snacks and treats
And tasty meats
Draw them out
On tiny feet
Then they're caught
Unawares
When in the headlights
Death they stare
So, do be kind
To our little friends
And leave them be
For a happy end
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I would like to translate this poem
Well we can stop feeding them... But still they are killed on roads and by guns.... Alison