A fawn, June 19, 2020

Neighborhood Poem: a class exercise

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Old GP Road

the fawns mom stares at us while we hunt them

with our eyes or camera

her babies graze without fear of us

we be-knight them the freezer meat twins

though their spots have yet to fade

the river is a boon companion

ever present, ever murmuring

down here is not the city nor the county

never is there ever a patrol

to chase the bear or hear the fox or find the catamount that stalks the woods

I will miss this sanctuary when I leave

but we are only guests in someone else’s house

This was written as part of a creative writing class I took in Fall 2020 at Mendocino College.

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