Highly inappropriate to
Speak of death when
Sunlight dances playfully
Upon the hillside casting
Very little shadow on
The meadow, if at all.
Cannot, must not kill
The dream, cry the scream of
Dreadful mourn,
Place a burden to be
Born on shoulders
Fully unprepared.
Open-eyed, yet unaware of
Danger lurking in the trees,
Tiger-quick, apache fearless,
Ready to spring forth with
ease.
So involved, preoccupied,
Dreams of conquest to
fulfill.
Defiant to the bitter end,
Scratching, crawling up the
hill.
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