THE DEER

THE DEER

I was someone.

I was important.

I had a family.

Friends.

Life was good.

Full of joy.

Adventures.

Until the poachers.

Now I wait here.

Why did this happen?

Why?

cindy knoke February 20, 2015 / 3:33 pm

powerful!

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Susanne Leist February 20, 2015 / 3:40 pm

Thanks. The picture made me feel sad for the animal.

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