The Fawn

Softly, the rays of sunlight
finds passage through
a maze of evergreen
o’er moss and dew,
where primrose
opens anew.
White Heron
or two –
glides hello,
then goodbye,
with widened eye
where down below
curled, on forest floor,
as her kindred’s done
many times before…
like a bird in nest,
she is at rest.

Born at dawn –
the fawn.

© Literary Remains

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