Farewell
A yearling asleep
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck
He would miss being
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days
Copyright © Jacob Rusch | Year Posted 2008
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