Because the snow is deep
Without spot that white falling through white air
Because she limps a little—bleeds
Where they shot her
Because hunters have guns
And dogs have hangmen’s legs
Because I’d like to take her in my arms
And tend her wound
Because she can’t afford to die
Killing the young in her belly
I don’t know what to say of a soldier’s dying
Because there are no proportions in death
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Leonard Durso 
This one cuts deep.
I agree.
The death of a soldier is sad and so is the death of a fox. They each had a life to live. Have we forgotten that?
It seems we have.