I lost.

Blue magic trail of a deer.
And a bird, which slipped under the crown of a tree,
tender as a boat. And everything so peaceful.

But then a tinny noise approached. And a
Headlights pierced the idyll.

And me, who sat next to it, cried out in despair:

But father!father! You run over it!

(23.12.2017)

 

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