Little one in the morning sun,
having barely survived the night...
To see you with sunlight on your back
made me know something was not right
I thought at first to walk away,
the Circle of Life and all,
but did not, could not...
it's as though i heard you tiny call
Tiny eyes that barely see
whiskers feeling everything,
even the slightest breeze
with ears that heard my whisper
"are you all right, Little Brother"
Then i saw the marks made by another who hunts
and realized you had just been stunned
so i took you from the heat of the sun
placed you back in the woods to run
Good luck, good day, Little One...
09-02-10
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