What awe-filled delight I felt one day, <br />While walking through the woods, <br />To come upon a "Path" half covered with decay! It seemed a "Path" that had a place in mind, <br />And yet, with every forward step I took, <br />It grew more difficult to find. Then suddenly the birds were still and three <br />Exploding shots rang out! A breathless doe <br />Slid down the hill into a tree in front of me. The dying doe lay on her side when, over the crest, <br />Her little fawn came running. It placed its hoof, <br />So very gently, on its mother's heaving chest. Atop the hill the relatives of the fawn bereft, <br />Stood silently in grief. After all life ceased, <br />The little fawn and herd, so slowly, left. This tearful tale should never teach us hate, <br />But remind us that all living creatures <br />Have a "Path" to walk and a meeting place with fate.<br /><br />Barbara Jane Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fateful-path/
