Paradise on Earth

A collection of poems by David Morin

The Fawn

The long whispering grass blew this way and that way in a gentle breeze

A fawn barely a day old still unsure of itself. It was lying low in the tall grass

The fawn's mother was standing close by alert, her nose sniffed the breeze for anything unusual

The forest was near by and at times like these there was little to worry about

The fawn watched the world go by when dawn turned to dusk

Summer would come and go and the hardship of the winter would begin