Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Fawn

First, we heard the loud rustling. Then the large doe bounding across the road in front of us. Hold up, there may be more. And a second yet smaller deer followed. We paused for a bit, then continued our walk scanning the weeds for more. And we saw one, well hidden. A few photographs from the road and then on our way. And once home, a re-reading of 'The Fawn' a poem by Edna St. Vincent Milay.

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