The Blating Fawn

Where is that blating? Looking all around Trying to find the source It sounds like a kid crying for its dam Nowhere in sight is the evidence of the sound Turn and look once more From the direction of the babbling creek Down where the Paper Birch stands Skirted in native Bamboo Where the coolness is so inviting To a weary soul Come sit, relax, enjoy the ions that refresh The sound gets much louder there__ Then in the exact spot looking There comes Rocky carrying a fawn The fawn with his polished cleft small ebony hooves Attached to his very long abnormal looking legs Legs that are swinging back and forth for Rocky had him in the nape of his neck This dappled child of the doe Calling for its mother to come To this day I can still hear his cry! BaMa....... (OUr Rat Terrier who is fourteen years old was diagnosed with an enlarged heart yesterday.. The vet say is treatable and he should live several years..Just a memory of when he was young.)