A doe is dead, pillaged by parakeets
With enormous beaks and inadequate brains.
The buck is bent on revenge without regards for repentance,
And wildly whirls about while aerial attacks render his daunting horns useless.
Blind in whiteness, he finally lays in lilacs while
Willows surround him with sobs. Contemplating
the next notion entering his vengeful mind, he is
Eternally unsatisfied and dies in the shadow of the willow's tears.
A doe is dead, pillaged by parakeets
With enormous beaks and inadequate brains.
Her fawn forever struggles solemnly
But in disarming humility he destroys hatred in the parakeet.
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Great job
I like the repetition in the last bit, and I really like your deeper insight on deer rather then most people who will just ignore it and leave it at just A dead doe.
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