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The Fawn

Strolling through the meadow at dawn In early morning's welcoming light, Listening to the sounds of birds' song Strolling through the meadow at dawn When I spot last spring's spotted fawn, I am careful not to give him fright Strolling through the meadow at dawn In early morning's welcoming light. written September 11, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/12/2021 12:43:00 PM

I have seen three or four in my lifetime; they are all special.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/12/2021 5:47:00 PM

I think they are really special. They are so cute when they are first born. We have lots of them even here in town.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/11/2021 8:25:00 PM

Always a treat to spot a fawn, esp. a spotted one. ~ gw

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/11/2021 9:16:00 PM

Yep, that tells you it's a recent spring one. Generally mama is around somewhere close to keep an eye on h/her. Had one born in my back yard about three years ago, and my wife got to pick it up and put it over our fence so it could join its mama. It was a marvelous experience for her the summer before she died. Good memory.

Marikate Kingston

Date: 9/11/2021 7:33:00 PM

Fawns are so much fun to see. I live in Ct and just saw a fawn two weeks ago hidden in the tall grass. The mother hides her there while she gets food. Your poem is so pretty. I can see the picture your words make when I close my eyes.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/11/2021 7:52:00 PM

Thank you so much, Marikate, for your sweet note. A fawn was born in my backyard this spring. I hope she comes back as a yearling, but she probably won't.