Within the tall grass

amongst the woven weeds

there is a beautiful women

who sits among the trees

she's taken many arrows

to the back and to the spleen

she'd rather risk her life

than watch the innocent bleed.

she is the doe you ungratefully shot

the one you thought was gone

she is the mother of her child

she took an arrow for her fawn.

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