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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