Deep in the woods she rests,
Hidden in the chaos of the forest,
Beneath the broken branches beside the brook.
She sleeps with only one sense on duty,
The only one that never gets a day off.
Her sixth sense.
The one that senses danger.
Her life means almost nothing to her,
all she cares for,
is her son,
her own little fawn,
the prince of his forest.
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cute
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