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The Substitute

Updated on March 14, 2017

Lying on her side, the mother doe was motionless, so still,

There was no response to the cold air, coming snow's chill.

Her eyes were opened, blankly staring, her body stiffening,

The small fawn cried longingly for its mother, now mourning.

The terrible truck had not slowed, striking the deer a fatal blow,

The laughing men inside, their truck full of venison, to all show.

Black bear and big cats, losing lives as well, illegally poached,

The lands meant for wild creatures to freely roam, encroached.

The buffalo all are killed in jest, many shot by clowns aboard a train,

The execution of most honoured, held in highest esteem, now slain.

Now destroyed by uncaring men, insulting cultures, by a bloody stain.

The wild birds, the animals so dependent upon the land, dying in vain.

Babies, the young of mothers killed, now left to die, try to survive,

This world, where all living spirits were created, so meant to thrive.

A childless mother doe, sees the lonely fawn, now to lick its face,

Changing tides give her solace, a babe to call her own, embrace.


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    • whonunuwho profile image

      whonunuwho 8 months ago from United States

      This poem had to be written. It is a sign of the times. Blessings. whonu

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      Threekeys 8 months ago from Australia

      Ohhh.. I felt a pang pierce my heart when you spoke of the mother doe and her fawn. The babies...

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      whonunuwho 8 months ago from United States

      Eric, thank you for sharing this with us all. You are to be commended for your passing on killing a deer. I wish I could say the same. I did take the life of deer, but to only help feed my family. I have always been close to nature and the out of doors. I paint wildlife as well as photograph them at every chance I may have. I feel guilt at times but also feel that I have been pardoned over the years in my writing and art work. I too, was a champion of sorts, having run the hundred in 9.8 seconds in my senior year.Because of a severe spinal injury, my athletic future rapidly declined. I was determined to make amends and did so in completing four college degrees. I am devoted to helping the wild animals and improving the environment. Sorry about the running on a bit. Blessings to you and family. whonu

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      Eric Dierker 8 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I was a silent tracker for some teen years. My biology teacher taught me the plants, my geology teacher taught me the formations. Both taught me signs. I was a cross country state champ. I could run down a buck.

      Never would or did shoot one. A full antlered one turned on me once to protect his does. I was up a tree in seconds.

      Thanks buddy for speaking for our friends in such an eloquent way.