The Fawn in the Meadow
Raymond E. Naddy
Make no sound little deer,
move slowly, carefully,
one foot at a time,
let your hooves
sink into the lichens’ grip…
how soft,
how quiet,
but watch for tender sticks
just waiting to crack…
feel for dry leaves
that may rustle…
watch out
for that something there,
its no great danger
but it could have been a snare,
it might have caught you
and hurt you
but its just a cobweb,
leave it there.
Smell the smells of the meadow’s edge
and know them well.
Watch without being watched
and listen…
the squirrels are being as quiet
as they ever will,
the crows show no alarm
and the bluejays are still…
The wind?
Just a trace…
Approach the meadow now
but with the wind in your face…
All will be well.
