#2173      20101025

Laying under the
    snowberry hedges
Hind legs stretched out
For one last
    moment of comfort
The endless seeking
    for mommy
    has ended
    as winter approaches.
No more loneliness and fear.
This fawn, still tiny,
    has no spots,
and for moment I think
    it is still breathing.
While burying it I couldn't help
    thinking about its' life.
Did its' mother die?
Is this a more realistic Bambi story?
Was it struggling all summer
    trying to grow on grass when
    it needed mothers' milk?
Or was it a genetic glitch?
How many narrow escapes
    had it fled
    only to end it here...
    limping and sick --
One last escape needed as the kids set about their
    morning chores;
I love you little fawn.