Recently, I came across a book in our 2nd Hand bookshop. As it was lunch time, I took the opportunity to have a read through at my leisure. I spotted this particular poem that seemed quite relevant, especially as we may soon start spotting young fawns in the parkland…
There is was I saw what I shall never forget
And never retrieve
Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to believe
He lay, yet as he lay,
Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft small
The child of a doe, the dappled child of the deer.
Surely his mother had never said, “Lie here
Till I return,” so spotty and plain to see
On the green moss he lay.
His eyes had opened; he considered me.
I would have given more than I care to say
To thrifty ears, might I have had him for my friend
One moment only of that forest day:
Might I have had the acceptance, not the love
Of those clear eyes;
Might I have been for him the bough above
Or the root beneath his forest bed,
A part of the forest, seen without surprise.
Was it alarm, or was it the wind of my fear lest he depart
That jerked him to his jointy knees,
And sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbing
On his new legs, beneath the stems of the white trees?
Edna St Vincent Millary. 1892 – 1950