Bonnie asked for more of Prairie Rose's story, so this is for Bonnie with love.

Dark Days had visited the Cherokee tribe,
Death had demanded it's harvest, many were no longer alive.
Little Fawn, was lamenting her sad fate,
During the hunt, Brother Bear had chosen to take her mate.
Her beloved Bear Claw, had been taken from her side,
As she watched the fire consume his body, she bitterly cried.
All she had left was their expected child,
This was her only reason to live, helping her to face each daily trial.
Soon her days were accomplished, she squatted by the riverbank, her body in travial,
As she bit down upon the rawhide between her teeth, pushing life forth, she must not fail.
Guided by her mother's hand, she gave birth,
Exhausted, she lay panting upon the cloak of Mother Earth.
Her man child did not breathe,
She held his lifeless body, while she wailed and did grieve.
She rose and staggered into the midst of the tribe,
Throwing herself upon the dirt, lamenting that her son had not survived.
She placed dirt upon her head and face,
She grabbed a knife to plunge into her heart, she would leave this sorrowful place.
Lone Elk rushed forward to still her hand,
The grief of losing his wife, her great sorrow, he did understand.
He gently spoke and told her of a plan,
He would welcome her into his life and become her man.
He spoke of his motherless daughter, who needed mother's milk to survive,
He pleaded with Little Fawn to keep his baby alive.
Little Fawn listened to his words of wisdom and reason,
She chose to put away the winter of regret and embrace a changing season.
Lone Elk placed Praire Rose in her arms and as the child nuzzled at her breast,
They knew Death was now sated and for a time, it would not demand another harvest.

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