The Fawn Drop Earrings wild I am not able to

I am not able to

Feathered creatures nest with care

The Peace if Wild Things

the light clucked on and spread its beamy fingers out

pacing yourself

The Fawn Drop Earrings wild I am not able toThe Fawn There it was I saw what I shall never forget And never retrieve. Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to believe, He lay, yet there he lay, Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft small ebony hoves, The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer. Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here Till I return," so spotty and plain to see On the green moss lay he. His eyes had opened; he considered me. I would have given more