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!
5/26/2013
The Dawn of the Fawn
26 May 2013 4 Comments
in Family Tags: bleat, dawn, dawn of fawn, deer jigs, fawn, feet, green twigs, jigs, lush bush, nature, sweet digs, teat, twigs
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 
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.
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
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!
Jeanne
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.