The Fawn

The lesson of a Fawn is hard to see, It may seem funny to you But it all means so much to me. This is a poem of my baby deer. I found little Anne in a tight little ball When she saw me she jumped to her feet, She tried to run but could only fall, The more the dogs barked The harder she tried. She called to her mother She cried and cried. In my arms she wiggled and squirmed It was obvious her mother had died. I took her to my home Where she would be mine, Not a whimper did I hear Not even a whine. She thought I was her mother She followed me wherever I went. She stayed with me for a year The day she left She brought to my eye a tear. The point of this poem Is that she trusted and loved The lesson of a Fawn is simple Put our faith and trust in God And he will take care of you.