saw them kneel; bow their heads
while horses keep still; hungry
there's long grassland to cross
water could be closer to find
maybe river beneath sandbars
waiting to be dig with swords
deers looking from arrow shot
bewildered by unfurled banners
can't be hunters this early fall
maybe explorers from across sea
run deer run while there's chance
to hide from those sharp knives
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