Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in West Virginia but have called the Carolinas home for the last 16 years.
I shot a doe as she stood by her fawn
A yearling born in the spring
The fawn looked bewildered after the shot
But followed her mother into the woods
I followed the trail but found no blood
Until I crossed the crest of a hill and found the doe
Her lifeless body painted the dead winter leaves
In shiny pools or vibrant red
Her fawn was long gone and alone
I am certain she didn’t know
She didn’t understand
How can time heal all wounds
When sometimes it takes a while for wounds to bleed?