Mothers gone.......

She’s not by my side
No pulse, no breath, and no warmth by my side.................. Mother?

Perhaps she's still feeding and walking out on the grassy plain.
I shall wait...............

Wait I have, another bright cycle has passed, my stomach hurts and my mouth is dry. The sharp bush offers nothing to me. Oh where is mother.

Today is the day I stand tall I must stand alone, my legs are shaking, my head feels weak, The world around me seems to be spinning. I must find her somehow. I must.
I had no concept of time, it felt as if I was walking in an everlasting dream. I went down paths I found hoping to be lead to my mother. I could just pick up her faint sent, Yet there were so many other smells I just hoped I was following the right one.
Now there’s green grass under my hooves, I must eat it like mother. Yuck! I hope the taste improves. It is course on my plate, my fawn’s teeth struggling to tear it.
I eat and I eat and my legs walk me on. I looked up and the woods I hid with her are gone. I am in a great open area covered in grasses of all different types, how strange it is to have legs that walk with barley a feeling. My head feels better and the shaking gone. Yet now I am lost. Far in the distance new shapes have appeared a new line of trees and shelter. They look familiar. I sped up eating less as I went.

I sniffed the air, new smells coming to me now and once I found I sharp bush, I decided to sheltered within as darkness and shadows raced over the land. And the dark cycle began a fresh. So I slept. I was woken by sound sharp in the night screams, barks and other strange sounds. I would need to learn them well. I remembered what mother had said, and relaxed for an active hunter would not give it’s presence away with noise.

No sun rose that morning the clouds were thick and dark. I stretched and left the sharp plant. Taking to the grass silently as not to bring attention to myself. My dark colour blending with shadows keeping me safe. I raised my head to a familiar sound, a little way off was another wood in the shadows of the trees I saw deer, moving through the trees liquid like and strong. Perhaps mother was with them.

I wondered over and sniffed at them from a distance. Staying hidden in the longer grass. The stepped from the wood in a long procession. They were hinds, none had fawns. They carried heads low with sense of loss and sadness around them. I did not understand why they were like this and melted back to the grass as the first came close... perhaps I should have waited to see all of them... perhaps things might have been ..... but no. I turned and quietly headed back to my new shelter. alone....

The next day I once again approached the woods I had seen the hinds come from the previous day. I stepped through the trees deep in to the woods, following the path the hinds has come from until I entered a small clearing. I suddenly noticed a lone hind laid against a tree. I sniffed from a distance. But she was not known to me. I circled her carefully getting closer to her. The wind bit in to me as it hurried past her form. My longing for warmth, came to mind. It was getting late and cold It would not be safe to go across the grass. This hind before me was shaking and twitching. She must be cold too. So with a smile I walked to her side and laid next to her to offer her warmth.Maybe when she woke she could help me find mother.I would find her and be happy again...... If the wind had been lighter my nose would have recognized the smell that came from this doe..... But the wild wind blew on.....


Part 3
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