Trash ( a little fawn trapped)

a baby a sweet little innocent
soul finding its feet
but losing control
out and about its inquisitive mind
looking here looking there
to see what it can find
and walking right into
a great hellish snare
that was covered up
hoping something big
might go there
and when they come back
as all trappers do
when they see a small fawn
they just take a view
it is trash
without value
all they can do
is stomp on its head
for a moment or two
just an innocent child
life has not yet begun
and now she is dying
out in the sun
watching the butterflies
dancing away
leaning to fly
and wanting to play
her mum cannot help her
nobody can
when the trappers arrive
life will go down the pan
she is a just worthless
its best that she dies
puts her head on the ground
and just closes her eyes
of course its not fair
how can it be
this was her first outing
something to see
and that is her last
its a very sad thing
my heart cries for her
and the angels may bring
a lasting embrace
and take her away
to the great rainbow bridge
at the end of the day
as to trappers who vile
work I do so abhor
how they tick I don’t know
nobody’s sure
how they could kill a baby
again O don’t know
but they don’t even think
they just do it you know