倒下的鹿
in the forest there is a deer
slain by a hundred hunters
but left untouched
the hunters frightened away
when the moon sank low
over the tall grass
that now covers the corpse
with a fluttering white pall
and only the blackbird
with its sharp orange beak
understands the circle
of life and death
and knows where to find
the unblinking eyes of
its next meal
slain by a hundred hunters
but left untouched
the hunters frightened away
when the moon sank low
over the tall grass
that now covers the corpse
with a fluttering white pall
and only the blackbird
with its sharp orange beak
understands the circle
of life and death
and knows where to find
the unblinking eyes of
its next meal
