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.
