Unintended Consequences

A doe grazes in the colorful meadow,
With her fawn safely hidden nearby.
While a meadowlark sings perched on a fence,
Watching the bees go buzzing by.

This is an all too familiar picture,
One that takes place almost ever day.
A routine soon to be shattered,
In a cruel and tragic way.

Lifting her head above the flowers,
Sorting the scents wafting by.
She sniffs for signs of danger,
From sources lurking nearby.

A breath of wind heads towards the meadow,
Carrying with it an ominous scent.
Forecasting imminent danger,
A warning with grave consequence.

Instinctually she knows her fawns in danger,
And won't be safe if she were to stay.
So she heads out of the meadow,
In hopes of luring the source away.

Before she entered an open field,
Her destiny was already in play.
It came in the form of a hunters arrow,
Signaling this will be her last day.

And as the archer watched her drop,
From the safety of his blind.
Not only had he killed a doe,
He killed a precious fawn in kind.

~ms~