here’s Mother Deer, with the little fawns riding shotgun, on the highway of Love.
Foraging for sustenance, so the little ones can enjoy,
Their time as little ones – The Endless Forest as their Toys.
Against the Bears and the Swooping Scavengers, Mother Deer bears her Soul;
Along with killer teeth, muscle-bound kickers and the will to see her little ones Ride On –
Perhaps toward the Open Country, or even towards the Sunless City,
But toward anywhere the calves envisioned, was Deer Mother’s life committed.
Then one day, as Mother Deer slept – her soul and body sore from the Battle Of Life – the fawns, now grown up – Bulls onto themselves! — did bring back the gift of Time:
More Time for Mother Deer to smile and run;
To be free once again, and frolic in the Sun.
And as Mother Deer galloped and jumped – stricken joyful by the sight of her Sons —
They presented her the best gift under the Stars:
Her soul and whimsy eternalized – etched in the Forest’s Beating Heart.
Fernando, unfiltered 