An Ode to a Doe

by spottedfawn0096

My Doe is gone,

Son's battle won,

But now I see the

True catastrophe.

Your deep brown eyes like

swimming sea.

I gaze at you, you

Whisper softly to me.

"Run while you may,"

Her voice quivers lightly,

"For I am nearly gone.

By dawn, they will have taken me away."

I nudge her softly,

Lick her face. Cold. Pained.

"Our son is out there.

He needs your care!"

Ears prick, the cry of hounds,

Sharp claws pounding on the snow-laden ground.

"Do not fear, my Doe,

Our son will grow."

Strong.

Healthy.

Wise...

Our Prince.

"