Night fades to morning;
I hear screams – outside
in my back-yard.
A whitewashed moon
scudding, or so it seemed,
through rag-torn skies
husband, still asleep.
I run downstairs – throw
on a coat over my nightdress;
open the door
and shine a torch...
spot a new-born fawn –
head, lodged between
the palings of my fence –
bordered the farmer’s field...
and still it screams.
A faint rustling, in the trees;
two amber eyes peer
back at me. Its mother
I suppose. I stroke his neck,
try to reassure them
as slowly, but slowly
push his small head down,
so damp, so warm, so brown;
finally free, he skitters away –
one bound, and he is gone...
My heart, pounding,
and hands still wet
with remnants
of the only world
he’d ever known
and a dew-kissed dawn
that anointed this...
his new one.
Comments
Cavalcaderl | March 11, 2011 - 09:50
New Silver-Spun-Sand
Just read your beautiful poem.
On the trapped Fawn, and it's screams
for help, how brave! you were go to it's rescue.
and your last stanza.
And a dew-kissed dawn
that annointed this...
his new one.
julie xx
skinner_jennifer | March 11, 2011 - 10:28
Tina,
this is absolutely amazingly, beautiful and what
an experience for you, I expect it's one that will
stay with you forever.
You have really expressed every emotion in this
poem and in such a natural way.
Isn't nature wonderful?
Thankyou for sharing your experience.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | March 11, 2011 - 10:32
Thanks for reading this one, Julie. This happened some years ago now, and I shall never forget the screams...just like a child's. I was relieved it was only a deer, a muntjak to be exact, and that the story ended happily ever after;-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | March 11, 2011 - 10:33
Sure enough - nature is wonderful, and this an experience of a lifetime. Thanks for sharing it with me, Jenny;-)
Tina
insertponceyfre... | March 11, 2011 - 18:29
fantastic, magical experience - you're so lucky to have seen that!
Highhat | March 11, 2011 - 18:30
So that is a muntjak- how lovely- yeah you would never forget such an experience- a nice description Tina- quite beautiful
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | March 11, 2011 - 19:19
Yes, it truly was a magical experience, insert, and I was more than lucky.
Thanks for your lovely comment;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | March 11, 2011 - 19:21
It sure was a muntjak, Pia. We have many around these parts, although the farmers are not so keen on them, to say the least. They often come into my garden to eat the birdseed, amongst other things... My husbands lettuces and carrot-tops they are quite partial to as well.
Thanks for reading, Pia and so glad you enjoyed.
Tina
fatboy74 | March 11, 2011 - 23:10
Lovely words Tina and a beautiful ending. I can't bare those mating foxes screams that sound very human - especially in the middle of the night. :-)
jonahs cough | March 12, 2011 - 03:36
this is a really nice story. we used to get muntjaks in our garden and they really are beautiful. well done on helping that little one and writing this lovely poem about it.
Silver Spun Sand | March 12, 2011 - 10:14
I know what you mean, fb;-) Really spooky. Anyway, pleased you enjoyed, and thanks for telling me. Have a good weekend.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | March 12, 2011 - 10:15
Thanks, jonah. They are such beautiful creatures and to have the chance to get 'up front and personal' with one, was quite amazing. Mind you - I don't think the little fella concerned thought too much of it, somehow;-)
Tina