There in the green, can you see the speckled brown? There at the edge of the lawn.

Alone and helpless in the open air, his camouflage belies us-no scent will he don

until ability bolsters his corps. So, for now there, near where his first breath was drawn,

he lies exposed not known as yet. This gorgeous specimen we currently call fawn

takes in all who come near. Just with eyes and breath, his secret kept well past dawn

and days will pass, mother nearby, keeping watch from a distance, not ever gone.

She’ll nourish the dear, (the deer, I laugh) until he has picked up some brawn.

All this I know and want you to know with this telling and what I have drawn.


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