The Polka-dot DeerA Poem by JE FalconJust a little rhyming story about a baby deer in a farmer's field.The breezes carried the scent of her fear To the nose, to the nostrils, of the polka-dot deer And she bounded for the trees, with a jig and a jag, Right past the cows and the sway-back old nag.
She dined with them daily, near the alfalfa field, In the pasture grasses, at full summer yield. They didn't object and she liked being there It seemed to set her at ease and lifted her care.
So young and alone, her mother was gone. I found her on the roadside, last month, at dawn. She stayed at the sight until they took the body away And laid in the grasses for another day.
I wanted to protect her, to mother her some, To give her the time until Summer was done But one scent of me sent her to the wood And I suppose that was best; yes, that was good.
The cow let her nurse, that was a new one on me(?) And I keep hanging apples on that dead lemon tree Then 'long came a Doe with only one Fawn She accepted her quickly and soon they moved on.
Well, the cow isn't fret-tin or looking for her And we are getting more milk, that is for sure. Yes, I'm happy for the Fawn and kind of sorry for me I liked hanging them apples on that stupid old tree.
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StatsAuthorJE FalconCAAboutI began writing poems and narrative poems as a hobby about 1970. I like writing in rhyme but have others. I published some poems and won some awards in the 1980's, mostly in quarterlies across the U.. more..Writing
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