Walking along the creek
alone in my thoughts
forest is calm
then there is a gunshot
The shot is loud
piercing my ears
running for cover
death is near
Hunters are coming
following their dogs
there is mercy
in the form of fog
Running into the mist
hiding in a ravine
praying for a miracle
not to be seen
Fear is my weakness
mind clouded with doubt
beginning to tremble
there is no way out
A storm appears
there is a shift in the wind
my scent is now hidden
perhaps this is not the end
Hunters and dogs retreat
a gift of another day
serenity and peace return
as I go my way
copyright 2022 Debbie Pierce
Piper's Adventures 
Wow! What a lovely poem! I’m so glad she got a second chance.
Thank you very much for sharing with our Weekly Prompts ALONE Challenge.
Thank you. I enjoyed writing in the challenge. Have a wonderful day!
You too, thank you.
What a reprieve… Whew!
Deer are so pretty and it’s almost time for hunting season. I like to think that the deer escape sometimes. Thanks for reading.