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
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