The Baby Fawn

A baby fawn leaps into the meadow, I hold my breath and try not to scare. I watch in beauty as she grazes, And smile as she becomes aware. She stares at me intensley, Eyes deep with young innocence. She slowley goes back to her grazing, Her ears flickering to my presence. She takes a sip from the stream, Before she frolicks toward the trees. She looks back at me one last time, Then hops through the autumn leaves. An emptyness sets inside me, For now the fawn is gone, Left out all on her own, To defend herself towards harm. To know i can't protect her, Sets my stomach in unease. But I tell myself she's happy, As free as the flowing breeze. Because sometimes to hold on, Can hurt the one you love, And even the sadness of her being gone, She will be pain free from up above.