I came home this evening gasping in awe
so fresh are the white speckles on the fawn
She looks so calm with those big eyes
Her neck twists as she watches her resting twin
bending her legs she lays on the forest floor
Mothers never leave them when they are this young
the tears caress my eyelids
tomorrow they awaken to tomorrow’s challenge
tonite they rest under nature’s canopy
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so new to the world
orphans in forest sanctuary
foraging alone
The prompt at Carep Diem Haiku Kai is Fawn.
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Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Tho young…it would appear that mom has taught some skills necessary for survival.
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I saw one today when I was walking back from the lake, I guess I scared her because she ran off so quick!
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oh wow what a cute sight ❤
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Oh those fawns they have to face life without their mother.
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EXCELLENT WIRK….BUT ISN’T THERE ANOTHER TERM WHERE ONE DOES A BIT OF PROSE FIRST AND THEN A HAIKU….LIKE HAIBAN????
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yes it is a haibun – good call
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
2 OUT 0F 3 FAWNS…WHEN ASKED…PREFERRED moondustwriter’s HAIKU.
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A post of great tenderness – under a superb forest header. Well done.
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The thought of the young fending for themselves can be of much concern. One is not certain if they can get a decent meal before retiring for the night. Some may not even have a place to stay! Well said Moonie!
Hank
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I watched over them as they started dozing knowing there are know critters that could attack them during the night.
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Touching, Leslie. :-).
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Really wonderful
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This is so touching ❤
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Awesome Leslie … nicely composed poem and haiku …. the haiku fits your project “fill the crack” also … chapeau!
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Somehow, it made me sad… 😦
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