When She Comes Calling

I worry about this one

this sweet little fawn who

used to have a twin

when they

still

had

spots

we’d watched them

from the window

for weeks

clumsily playing

beside mama

just yards

from our front door

near the edge

of the woods

before spotting one

crumpled on the road

near the driveway

near their

dense thicket

and now this one

with her rumpled rump fur

comes calling

alone

so close

to the house

as if she’s trying

to

say

something

2 Replies to “When She Comes Calling”

  1. Ah, Kim, so sorry to hear about the twin fawn’s demise. This photo is sweet. I’m glad she can rest in your yard, as long as the boys are inside. Did you forget to post this sweet slice to Two Writing Teachers today?

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