Soft light sun warms fawns at play in the morn.
Watchfully, lovingly, carefully
Doe mother, nose nudging, gives guidance.
Leads her fawns to fruit on earth’s green floor.
Hungrily, playfully, happily
They enjoy a bounty of apples.
Said fruit is mine I share with sheer joy,
Giddily, blissfully, thoroughly.
Such visits speak warmly and soulful.
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Photo & Poem
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski