Poetry: Fawn

A common sight these days.

Frolicking Fawn

The young fawn darted past
going nowhere, nor retreating
asking nothing and seemingly
enjoying its purpose in life—
just to be fawny. Nursed to health
by a watchful doe with
unquestionable
motherly instincts.

The baby deer circled back,
charging through to find
a food source,
the doe stood still
as the energetic head
was forced
into her abdomen
to suckle life.

She backs away after a time
and the fawn responds with
a happy blissful leaping,
a charging gallop through
taller grasses and Mexican Hat flowers
into a carefree June when everything
is a marvelous discovery,
with mother deer nearby
watching
everything.

© Bill Reynolds

Look both ways, there may be more than one.
Mind the gaps as you dance through the flowers.

Momma, what is that thing?

6 thoughts on “Poetry: Fawn

  1. You’re right that this is a common sight in these parts, Bill, and also right that it’s uncommonly sweet. Nice that you captured it in a poem.

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  2. Well said…another wonderful perk of living here. Love when I am eating breakfast and they are entertainingme in the beltway outside the kitchen patio door.

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