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.
Our Literary Journey 
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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Thanks. I witnessed this while sitting on my back porch. No pic cuz if I moved they would have both darted away.
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Sweet poem highlighting the innocence and curiosity of new life. Well done.
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Thank you, Elizabeth. Just said what I saw.
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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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Thank you, Pat.
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