at the sight
of speckled fawn

bedded down in
forest grass
easy prey

ripe for the picking
the doe does not
know you are around

first bite-
canid teeth sink in
blood smeared coat

griffling rough
three short bleats

silent jawed
teeth sink in
a little deeper

as much blood
as this spotted
baby can afford to spill

the scent of lessen
redbound lessons
less than seven days old

a limpen wound
will slow you down

as the pierced hole
closes on its own

the cry does echo
through the woods
and is lost to time

in diminishing circles
in waves of sound

as spotted fawn
stays crumple-
dazed

blooded
bloodled

bloodlust
brought you down