Disaster could have happened
Tragedy could have fell
Heartache in the moment
So fast no one could tell
If the world was alright
Or descended into Hell.
Prayers were answered, lives spared
But the fear of danger will forever tear
At a heart beating rapidly
Frantic to get to safety
To get away, to be spared.
All is quiet now
Birds sing a happy song
And
Somewhere in the forest, a mother
Loves her fawn.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Our rottie attacked a fawn about the same size as him in our backyard this morning. Fortunately, we got to them before any harm was done and the fawn was reunited with it’s mother.