I have been a little sad all day.
Here is what happened last night.
It was raining in the forest.
Wet, wild raindrops beat down from the sky.
I looked out the window–at the clearing behind the garage–and saw a mama doe and her fawn. (I was talking with my mother-in-law on the phone and suddenly gasped, “Oh, there is a SECOND baby fawn out there!”)
But the second baby fawn was suddenly and swiftly kicked away by Mama Doe. Kicked away, nudged away, turned away. The fawn attempted to nurse. The mama chased him away.
The second baby fawn turned and scampered toward the woods, alone.
The Mama and her fawn ambled away.
The second baby fawn bawled and bleated, crying for its mama. True despair echoed in its voice through the forest.
Where was its mama?
The rain continued to drench the land, the deer, the bleating abandoned baby fawn.
The fawn cried its way into the ferns behind the garage.
I went outside in the pouring rain, raining dripping through my curls, soaking clothes.
“Baby fawn, where are you?” I asked.
It continued to cry, and then stilled.
All you could hear were the raindrops, beating against the leaves, the garage roof, the tree trunks.
Baby fawn, did you ever find your mama? Did your mama find you?
Are you safe?
Baby fawn, how we wish that you are safe and re-united with your mama…