Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep, I heard a fawn.
Out past the window's ice coat in the morning, I found a sleeping fawn.

There are men in yellow kitchens watching hands of brown-eyed women
while men in orange jackets dream in secret, of capturing a fawn.

When I was younger I was taught, but have forgotten, sweet timidity.
When I am older I will learn, in necessity, the light-footedness of
fawns.

Someone left a lily on my doorstep, eggshell white with specked leaves;
the card of introduction said the flower's name was Fawn.

Sages wonder if it's possible for men to turn to animals.
I wonder if they've pondered the agility of fawns.