I saw spots before my eyes.
They flew the above the road
like snowflakes on the wind.
The spindle legs blurred them.
Awkward leaps of fear caught us.
We almost touched
and the white dots
made me feel young again.
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
4 responses to “Fawn”
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Beautiful!
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awww….this is just lovely…the white dots made me feel young again..really like this much jerry..used to see them in my grandma’s garden when they came out of the forest..they always carry a touch of magic..
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awww, what a precious poem. I remember the day my kids found a little fawn resting in the woods. We enjoyed watching & getting pictures for a while.Thanks for sharing.
Wanda
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Thanks for stopping by Wanda!
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Gerald the Writer 
Thanks for your time and thoughts.