Covered in slime,

Freshly born like a seed sprouting through the soil

Reaching its head up towards sunlight

Bleating its terror and surprise

Eyes unseeing

Voices unheard

Deep in the forest

A fawn is born

Stumbling about

on skinnywobbly legs

Stiff and awkward

A begginer trying to learn its trade

He’s covered in splotches, spots and patches

Young ruffian bounding

Through grass green and new

Smelling the yellow flowers

Learning renewed

His first time in the meadow

His joy to be heard

His mother quietly watching

From tree lines full of shade

A great stag watches

With quiet distaste