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