I stopped beside the wooded glen and saw
With early fawn beside a bubbling brook
A whitetail I had seen before the thaw
In my backyard foraging for food
Heavy with her unborn child.
She glanced my way and flicked her tail
To warn the little one of danger near
But she had no reason at all to fear
Me standing in awe of her elegance
Respecting her regal presence
And wondering what the season for her
Might bring for her and her progeny
Or if one day I might see the little one
All grown and foraging on my lawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beautiful imagery to weave a dream. Very beautifully penned and presented. Thank-you.