Doe walked along the dark path,
not in the mood to be chased by hunters,
seldom any light, they could not find her here,
and she was tired of the war,
many of the deer nation were dying,
and it wasn’t about food,
couldn’t they just be left alone?
And these humans did not honor the creation,
did not play by the rules,
not like the First People, who carried no guns,
no explosions breaking the silence,
they honored the deer, and thanked them,
taking only what they needed.
There were rumors in the wind now,
that the Creator was not happy,
and the war against the deer would soon be over,
that people would only be part of history.
Doe was sure hoping,
that the end would come soon,
her heart was heavy,
as sprinkles of light touched,
the forest floor.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”