The white-tailed doe ran through the woods alone.
She’d left her fawns in patch of thick, green fern.
Obeying her, the twins appeared as stone
and waited silently for her return.
A pack of coyotes
sneaked through the brush
where the young ones lay.
At the sound of their cries,
the doe rushed back to patch of thick, green fern
which now lay trampled on the still-warm ground.
Her nostrils flared and burned as though with fire.
The white-tailed doe ran through the woods alone.
© 2015 Freeda Baker Nichols
Chilling Freeda…
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One son and one grandson are hunters. But now me. I love to see the deer in the woods. Once a mother deer and her fawn came close to the yard, and I had my camera close by. Some of the photos turned out well.
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Really powerful, Freeda. I hate those coyotes!
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They can be mean . . .
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I can picture it happening as I read it.
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Thanks.
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Wow, Freeda that’s a big sad story really well written.
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Thank you. What are you writing now?
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Finishing up my lighthouse collection
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That’ going to be a good book. I love lighthouses. They are romantic and fun, and present a mystery, as well, or just a story of some kind. I think your book will be well-received. It is a book with poems, isn’t it?
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Yes but not romantic lol. It’s for kids. Maybe I should do a follow up for adults
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sad…but, nature has it’s way!
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Thanks, and yes, it’s sad. Along that line, there is a stray black cat that’s been coming to our porch and eating what our cats leave in their bowls. We saw him last night.
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WE took care of a stay all winter last year…finally taking it to the Humane Society…due to having two already…
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