Hello little deer,
you left your tracks!
The biperfect convex shape
of you left and right hooves.
Forgotten friends left behind,
when you were in a speedy hurry.
Overjoyed dogs loudly barking,
frantically chasing you.
With trigger happy hunters,
clutching shot guns carefully attached with scopes,
exhilarated by the thrill of the hunt.
If only you were a little bit more clever,
by covering your tracks little deer.
Out-smarting the hunters and their
furry best friends,
suddenly, you would have your swift get away.
It’s hunting season little deer!
Run, little deer, Run!
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