19~9 The Yearling

She came to me

In the quiet of the night

The tiniest shrieking

That gave me a fright


Took forever to find her

Abandoned for sure

I fixed up her tummy

And searched for a cure


But something was wrong

A defect in her song

Though she tried best she could

The far future was no good


Then one night in the rain

I heard her in pain

And I knew how I’d cry

As I took her to dieĀ 

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