Fawn

Speckled white and curled tight in nest of grass,
a newborn fawn, fast asleep in spring breeze
that blows across so we, white dog and I,
stay upwind as we pass within three feet

dog’s oblivious for she scents nothing,
the beauty of the fawn there in green grass,
flank dotted with snow of season ago,
softly imposes itself on my eyes

it is as nothing I …