The Doe
The doe approached the deadly road
And followed her beloved mate,
And when deceitful clearing showed
They hapless went to meet their fate.
The buck ran on across the gap
Amid confusion loud and great
And reached the far side of the trap
Upon the grass to watch and wait.
The doe apart could not abide
And tried to cross the deadly strait.
She took her steps with graceful stride
But panicked danger changed her gait.
The mass of metal caught her neck
And struck her with its massive weight,
The road with guiltless blood to fleck,
So little then her life did rate.
But rated all by mate bereaved
Who helpless stood, all aid too late,
Lamented life now lost and grieved
And cried for his beloved mate.
form: five quatrains
meter: iambic tetrameter
rhyme: ABAB CBCB DBDB EBEB FBFB
Wow i understand nothing about the technicalities you reference at the end but I enjoyed it anyway.
This is excellent--happy to see meter wielded so well.