The Dawn of the Fawn

newborn fawn

It was
the dawn
of the fawn

A bleat
from feet
to teat

of mom
in bush
of lush

green twigs
sweet digs
deer jigs!

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Joy Acey
    May 26, 2013 @ 16:59:28

    WOW! What a picture, Jeanne. The little fawn is still wet. How did mom let you get so close? What an experience.


    • jmpoland21van
      May 27, 2013 @ 08:57:35

      Hi I replied on my blog. Am busy finishing the new book: Riddles. I was able to include 2 poems from my poet-critique group. Will bring your copy of ABCDARIANS to Honesdale! Jeanne


  2. jmpoland21van
    May 27, 2013 @ 08:54:22

    Don tells me that they only bleat for their first hour and then learn silence! The fawn was outside the thicket and needed to tremble herself back inside. We were amazed and have tio resist the temptation to peek in the thicket.(a stone’s throw from our house) This May has been astounding with natural wild-life encounters: the craneflies, the hummingbird love call, the chickadee/goldfinch, the fawn and now today the first dove!


  3. Francesca Joyce
    May 28, 2013 @ 15:57:30

    So sweet! I agree, except for the dove – I only see pigeons (yuck) when I see the word dove.


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