a deer lays dead
underneath the puddle
whose cauldron it is in
something's missing

a foot three deeper
new branches lay
forcefully shed

    but for a moment
    at a midway point
    it looked complete
    its mirrored version

a mirrored version
it'll hunt
it'll yearn for
and break the mirror

the skies will take it far and wide
paint the skies its color fallen
the rain reflecting
if but for a moment.

god forbid you see the mirror
if but for a moment.