The tiny freckled fawn
That sleeps upon my lawn,
Is stiff and cold as steel,
Like the steel that’s in her heart.

Never again to roam the glen,
Nor to scare from dozy drowse
The cackling pheasant hen,
Then again to ponder, to paw, and browse.

Never to sniff the cold crisp air,
O little darling! Beware! Beware! 
Of your precious perilous life,
Because death is creeping everywhere.

With deadly aim—
Struck!
The trigger of pain—

The downy fleecy white
Was so smeared with crimson red
‘Neath the frozen moonlit night,
And then at last—
She fell dead.