by Steve Piazza
the piebald fawn grazing conspicuously alone
unaware as we are of the vanity in our projecting insecurities
about outcast and shunning and how does this happen
and
oh the poor thing
cranes effortlessly to reach challenging leaves
while we waver against the steadiness of nature
and resort to clashes over domain and supremacy
and
who wins this time
according its grace before despondent eyes
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