Romeo Naces Poet Free verse

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.

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