The Doe

I’m looking at you with ears drawn back,
lashes batting down on wide saucer eyes,
tail flashing white in the blinding
beams engulfing me. 

I’m caught in your headlights again. 

I know something good may come from this,
but my nature, you see, she tells me
to flee. 

BIATA

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