four hooves are running away
snow white swinging gently
looks back with awesome stare
black shiny eyes which she bear
pictures me harmless; with fear
losing her to wilderness lair
stop at distant ridge to forage
join by her cousins maybe her age
i watch them with my buschnell scope
i have cross hair but i can't shoot
it only shows distance to the green
this turn out to be a lovely morning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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the title is eye catching! and the poem is energetic! the morning arrives!