by cowering in bushes rather.
The roaring soon echoed nearby
and fear was rising on the high.
The nearby bushes were tall;
covering the deer, fawn and all.
The wind was shrill and howling:
louder was thumping and growling.
The grasses parted, their eyes met;
the deer took the lioness's bait.
'The mother' in the predator rose;
it's how the story of a jungle goes...
A hunter went back; nature's say!
A fawn and mother lived another day.
Prasenjit©2022
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