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The Fawn

The small fawn
stands by the roadside
alone...
spindly legs shaking
confused
wanting his mother
who is nowhere near

Where is she?
who knows?
who knows what happened
possibly road kill...

He just stands there
legs shaking
confused...

One who was an orphan
feels his loneliness
his confusion
what the fear of life
without a mother
is like




Poetry by Helen Paquin
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Written on 2017-04-18 at 13:55

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such beautiful story,but very sad.Thank you Helen for sharing it with us.
2017-04-18