Scruffy little fawn. Your felt spots dangle by hot glue threads. A dark smudge anoints your brow. What is it? From a chocolate kiss I gave you as a child? When I was alone, and it was dark, and I clutched you close?

Scruffy little fawn. Your body curled and head droopy because the stuffing is sparse. Growing up is hard, but we did. With you in hand, we had the courage to explore. We ran in the sun and through the woods.

Scruffy little fawn, chocolate kissed. Sleeping in a box next to a tiny heart filled snow globe, conversation hearts with simple smily faces and paper cards. Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet deer.