The poetry of fawn is dappled. Brown creature of snow-flecked sides, ginger footsteps and crooked legs unacquainted with their own agility. Given to soft, nervous interrogation. Studies each leaf, each blade of grass, pedestrian and leashed dog with equal parts apprehension & astonishment, as if to ask, “What new and awfully wondrous thing are you? A tender willingness to be surprised that will never be outgrown.

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