With innocence and grace you run through the leaves
Unaware of the danger hiding up in the trees.
You are a staple in nature, a part of the wild
You care for your young, like any mother with child.
Instincts are keen, in a flash you will run
From the branches above, a blast from a gun
In less than a second, you fall to the floor
From a fool and his bullet, on this earth, you�re no more.
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