Little Fawn

Little fawn, is Mother coming soon?

How still you lean against the wooden gate.

Soon the sun will fall; enter the moon.

So small, with speckled coat, and all alone,

left to hide, avoiding dreadful fate.

Little fawn, is Mother coming soon?

The longer days are here; it’s late in June,

but nighttime’s cloak of darkness still awaits.

Soon the sun will fall; enter the moon.

Your eyes are wide, your senses are attuned;

you watch me close, but in a calm, still state.

Little fawn, is Mother coming soon?

The night will drop a blanket dark with gloom.

The day is ending soon; it’s getting late.

Soon the sun will fall; enter the moon.

When morning comes and sunlight’s rays illume,

you will be gone, to live another day.

Little fawn, is Mother coming soon?

Soon the sun will fall; enter the moon.