Fresh, green, born out of the earth
The young blades of grass held their heads high in the wind
Who could hurt such youthful spirit?
With so short a time, and little dewdrops for silvery eyes
The deer sauntered by, hunger calling in its belly
Strong enamels bared in temptation
The little shoots of grass
Swayed and screamed for one last moment, one last time
As the eager teeth clamped and gnawed, swallowing with satisfaction
The deer looked up, heading towards another glade
It never saw the eagle coming
Photography by: Raz Kumar
