As the morning sun appears over the hills,
a young fawn drifts away from the herd,
grazing further to the edge of the forest.
The wolf pack strategically positions,
assessing vulnerability, surrounding
the doe grazing and foraging along
the grass, clover, and delicate blooms.
The wolves close in coordinated attack,
pounce, fangs exposed, they bite,
dig in, tear, pulling and ripping at
the throat, the head, face, and heart.
The herd falls in paralyzed powerlessness.
like the masked ICE agents swooping in
droves, to purge unsuspecting undesirables,
like teenagers going to volleyball practice.
Marcelo just turned 18, with dreams,
plans, and a promising future in the
United States of America.
or not.

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