A small deer
Wanders slowly
Into the woods
I drive past
Wondering
About its
Meaning
Then
A beautiful sunrise
Interrupts
My thoughts
With its intense beauty
Over the plowed fields
As time unfolds
The intensity
Of its colors
Of purple and orange
Increases
Back to the deer
Is she alone
Lonely
Sad
Or just
Oblivious
To the darkness
Of the woods
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