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Flirting with a Fawn

August 12, 2019

Yesterday, I played peek-a-boo

   With a spindly-legged fawn.


Coming up the blacktop hill

    I heard a rustling in the woods.


My senses heightened,

   I turned and laid eyes on the gawky youngster.

      We stared at each other,

            Then stared some more.


I inched off the pavement towards a thin tree,

   Keeping twenty feet of distance between us.


She kept her gaze trained on me.


I peeked my head around the tree, then drew it back.

    Head cocked, she followed me.

Once again, I did the same.

     She mimicked me.


She lowered her head, then raised it.

   I followed suit.


Once, twice more we played.

   Tiring of the game, she gamboled away.

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