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.)
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