The Fawn
Frightened and deserted
his tiny dappled white spots trembled -
hidden `neath the tree.
Scarcely alive
while all around songs of new life filled the woods - he waited
hidden `neath the tree.
Left to die, his soft dark eyes
like pools of blackness
stared out from the shadows - resigned
hidden `neath the tree.
Ever so gently lifted up
enveloped in warmth, the foreign scent of rescue and the sweet flavor of hope as
he burrowed his tiny face in my neck -
When I found him hidden ‘neath the tree.
Copyright © Julie Singletary | Year Posted 2006
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