Twitchys Baby Sassy

The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not she. With confidence, she began to nurse, feeling happy to be Twitchy’s baby. If I were a deer, I would want to be this one for sure. The people who raise her herd have hearts that are pure.