The Spotted Fawn by Margaret Koger

I saw you snuggled there

spine curled damply inward

amid wild strawberry leaves

taut berry stems, spiky grass.

Two rows of airy white chevrons

swell down your smooth flanks

trail into a spunky white tail.

Dew on your wet, black nose

liquid of your wet, black eyes.

Who tore aside your cozy glen

its sheltering leaves ripped apart

exposing you for a camera shot

casting a spell on your baby spots?

A prize for humans who stop time

so we can fawn over an image

tracing a pretty picture on paper

with fingers longing to touch.

Originally published in Mouse Tales

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Margaret Koger is a school media specialist with a writing habit. She lives near the river in Boise, Idaho. Her poetry adds new connections to the wayward web of life.  See a few more poems on: Collective Unrest, Inez, Voice of Eve, Headway, Tiny Seeds Literary Journal and Ponder Savant.