Flora and Fauna, Flower and Fawn
T'was early spring and the young fawn did run,
Down from the hilltops to bathe in the sun,
But the sun it was mellow, it's rays still we're cool,
The young fawn she ambled yon down to the pool.
Saplings were growing on the banks and the brae,
Small buds young and tender,begat its display,
Fawn drank from the water, cool and refreshed,
Looked hard at the sapling so beautifully dressed.
She moved her lips closer, wrinkled her snout,
Opened her mouth, then stopped at the shout.
She pulled her head upwards, away to the sky,
Eye's wide in amazement at who made the cry.
"Please don't! It will hurt if you take them away,
They still need to grow for a month and a day,
Then you can return when the shoots are well grown,
Then my branches will wear a gown of their own."
Fawn smiled at the sapling with its shoots small
Wagged her wee scutt and pawed with her feet,
She thought for a while for she knew this was true,
That the buds would turn lacy with leaves full of dew.
So she nestled her back, and the sapling did bend,
they became perfect cousins this fawn and her friend,
She nibbled on grass, dandelions and reeds,
Till the day when she shared, her friends tasty
Dorothy Milnes Sinclair.
vember 1st 2007