The Path of a Doe
The path of a doe crossed that of a fawn
who nuzzled up to her ere break of dawn
They lay down together, limbs wrapped 'bout each other
No one would guess they were not babe and mother
Sun's golden rays soon broke through the trees
Slipping once, the fawn rose to her knees
Rubbing up 'gainst the doe, the fawn was off with a leap
Ne'er again to meet, the doe paused to weep
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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