an unlucky deer was destined to fall.
Eyes wide alert, mind engaged -
Muscles purely in rhythm, undazed!
Scent of prey came with windy puff
while back in hiding the cubs chuff.
The fleet foots were grazing, unaware
while a mother fixed her killing glare!
It felt like calm before a storm -
For survival, it's the jungle's norm.
Then in open, she swiftly darted out -
Blood gushed like fountain spout!
A mother succeeded, another one failed -
Few suckled milk, while another wailed.
Nature thus chooses whom to kill -
So others can have their stomach fill!
Prasenjit©2022
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