Three Fawns

Three fawns emerge from wooded lay,
On to open pasture to romp and play.

Stopping in seize heads lift to peek,
Source of fresh sound and image seek.

Newly born senses shorten the look,
Allows my check to be closer took.

With peace and joy the three behave,
Until beauteous mother enters to save.

Dashing full flight from off the floor,
Into the thicket all to be seen no more.

A part of such misadventures lend,
To old eyes delight of share in pretend.

jpR

Dedicated to those elderly woodsmen who may follow the deer no more.