Beautiful day cross-country, mind open to the sky,
Birds warble songs for nature, woodland creatures forage to survive.
Earlier watery freshly shed droplets, course down one’s fur a new,
Pastures held to one’s hooves, as we saunter aimlessly through.
Eyes engrossed forward at family grazing, it’s a captivating vision of tranquility,
My little fawn tracks toward me, tranquil purity for her safety.
Curiosity of my being here, happy to run up and play,
Never seeing a two leg deer, ignoring the dangers of pray.
Sound rings out in the warmth, and the baby deer stops,
Sinking to her knees, red rain from her starts to drop.
My Eyes tear up, one can see she’s in pain,
She starts moving forward, pleading looks after her, bang!
I’m running now frantic, must see, must see what is wrong,
My tiny one is hurt, she is just a petite innocent fawn.
That white being on two legs, will surely help her out,
That black being holding the stick behind it, is dancing all about.
My fawn is raining red, what is the happiness for,
I must get to her and help, as my beater sinks to the meadow floor.
My back hooves launch me onward, no in truth they stay still,
Because what I see next, is truly unreal.
My darling fawn kicks out, knocking the white being down,
My thinker is racing, as she jumps to the ground.
She scampers right for me, and my beater gets faster,
Baby fawn runs back to our flock, avoiding disaster.
Yet white being comes towards me, seemly aggrieved?
And it starts to get smaller, first her hooves then his knees?
That’s his waste, and now her chest,
Truly what is happening should I save it, or what’s left?
Black being is not dancing, it has dropped its loud stick,
He is running for white being, why does it look like she’s sick.
Launching forward from dirt, I grab white being with my teeth,
My hooves can’t find purchase, and they start to sink?
Feelings of pulling, clutching me from the back,
My hooves stop sinking, as my strength starts to task.
I’m making progress with white being,
There’s the waste, knees, and hooves?
It has emerged from the dirt, and it is grabbing its hooves?
Running to the black being, they embrace, and I hear laughter.
The loud stick sinks in the ground, guess no more here after.
Silly fawn, strange white and black being,
I run back to the flock, and start my own feeding.
Why did they choose to play near the ground Predator?
It never stops its eating…
Take your time little child, There’s a heaven for you and I,
Let one’s dreams be full of peace, Go to sleep love of mine.
When thy wakes an opens their eyes, you’ll see stars that gloss,
Waxing and waning with the times, to observe their beauty hasn’t a cost.
Let me be shelter, if you call, I cannot be there any faster.
Where there maybe Fumbling in life, I’ll be there to bring focus to disaster.
When you feel as though you’re blind, one can reach for the right side,
Through your hurt little guy, I’ll continually be your northern guide.
Take that time tiny lady, and you’ll be as strong as one desires,
And when the war gets tough for others, you will still fight the fire.
Golden locks or black strains, for each child alive,
In a world of uncertainty, Ares is near, no need to hide.
You’re what you say you are, not what they tout you to be,
You are the beauty in the mirror, the angel’s reflection in the water by the sea.
The spring time breeze on a pleasant day, the ocean wave’s pinnacle on a blue bay,
The sunny backdrop to the sky, during your first birth day.
You are our heart of the body, genius of our minds,
The blessed soul of the religious, the goodness of the kind.
You may call it art, your picture in my vision that is shade,
Yet it is one that I have no problem seeing, until the end of my days.
I’ll take the years of ignorance and foolishness, in my hands with love,
Put one’s hope in my hands, and I’ll cherish it like the sky from above.
My tears flow down on one knee, your innocence is my divine,
This is a simple elegy I created, for you and your littlest valentine.