Tired Deer

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The tired deer lies down for the last time,
Thoughts of wild runs, frightening foxes, cool summers, running streams
and glistening fields cloud her last night of images.
The spot she lies, the last spot, the last breath is yet to come. She knows;
She waits.
She does not want another day of fear and frightening loneliness through the
cold winter.
The last summer is last summer, her best summer.
Thoughts of her children and their children.
She sleeps.
Knowing that last sight will be the glistening snow with shadows of moonlight
Streaming through the trees.
The last sight, there she goes...