A Fawn on the Lawn

 A Fawn on the Lawn


A fawn appears on the lawn,

His mother in the shadows nearby.

He’s frisky, being risky in his public playfulness.

Well, a public-of-one, me.

He dances, he prances, he leaps, he bounds.

He seems to chase the wind, then a rabbit.

He is exuberance, he is frolic, he is new life.

He doesn’t always listen to his mother.

He needs my nurturing, my care.

After all, the fawn, it seems, is a lot like me,

At least, what I’d like to be.


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