grasses hiss
in the hot, dry wind…
flakes of ash

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hot, dry wind…
only the butterfly
stays on course

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a phalanx of does
surrounds the newborn fawn
old dog backs away

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red flag warning
the first shaky steps
of a fawn

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an orange sunset
through smoky skies…
the old cow skull glows

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newborn fawn
looks and looks some more
—runs to catch up

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even here
the ball-strike count
cool drink of water