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Day: June 3, 2022


Two baby deer stood by the road
  While riding on my bike.
I slowed, approaching cautiously;
  To harm them, I’d not like. 

Their spotted coats distinguished them
  As yearlings, through and through;
Attentively their senses queued
  They took in all that’s new.

They were lean and they were graceful;
  Unfettered, they were free;
Their lifted heads majestically
  Turned to look at me.

If I could, I’d live a life,
 That’s more like theirs, I would.
I doubt they thought the same of me,
   As in the woods they stood.
Unlikely that we’ll meet again
  These baby deer and me;
But glad I am they found the time
  To share their company.
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