Little Deer, NaPoWriMo


Franz Marc, Red Deer

I see you, Little Deer, in the pre-dawn gloaming as you graze on my neighbor’s grass. I watch you, afraid to breathe, knowing that magic can vanish in a blink. But did I move? You raise your head, sniff, and dart down the block, bleating, bleating, bleating for your mother. A chance encounter–you probably will not remember it, but I won’t forget you. I walk inside, as the sun peeps over the horizon.

Moon croons farewell

as dawn whispers promises

fawn sprints after them


Day 23 of NaPoWriMo challenges us to write about an animal. I decided not to write about cats or birds because I always write about them, and I remembered this little deer I saw one morning a few years ago. But I guess I’m predictable because I discovered that exactly three years ago, on April 23, 2016, I wrote a poem for NaPoWriMo about a different deer in a different neighbor’s yard, but I mentioned this one. Here’s the link. It has a slide show, too.  🙂





24 thoughts on “Little Deer, NaPoWriMo

  1. They are lovely, the deer’s babies. Perhaps they remember. I watched a fawn one summer morning racing up and down along the stream, just for the fun of it. The mother wandered off eventually and left him/her to it, let her baby run and run until he/she decided to follow. They are so graceful.

  2. How lovely (and funny that exactly three years ago… 😉 )
    Mick and I once took a long walk in the woods up north at my mother’s house. There were a bunch of them. We just sat there and watched them frolic and play. So wonderful.

  3. Interesting that 3 years ago something similar happened – very similar almost to the day. It seems you caught the bleat then and now and it was startling. I like this very much thanks Merril –

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