A DOE MY DEER
In the silence in the distance in the stillness of nighttill the morning glaring of dawns early light
A doe waits quiet wanting quickly births delight
slowly turning twisting pushing it's way through,
it is a fawn oh wait there are two.
what a joy, hope and fear how could this be two to feed two to protect to teach how to leap and how to flee,
what are the best berries of the bushy trees
will they listen watch those lights
will they learn the sounds of day and danger of night
the singing of the birds that all is right
the growls that come when you must take flight.
the heard awaits, but for now we rest as the sun sets,there's so much to do to teach and to learn for one day it will be their turn.
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