Fawn In the Lion's Paw
at a forest clearing
a doe, worried and wary,
looks up to the noon sky,
peers through the bushes,
sniffs at the blowing wind,
listens to the swaying leaves,
it's still safe;
nearby, her nimble fawn,
fumbling and tumbling
on a grassy, mossy mound,
playfully leaping all around
circling, dancing on and on,
jumping over a severed, rotting
paw of a lion.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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