Three Little Deer
Three little deer with no where to go
showed up last night and
slept on my livingroom floor.
I had forgotten to latch
the sliding glass door. The
storm outside promised to be very cold.
When I saw their little faces
what else could I say... but,
“You're welcome for the night,
but tomorrow – back on your way.”
Copyright © Kristie Raburn | Year Posted 2020
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