12 August 2012
A wee friendly fairy wandering by,
Feeling a bit too lazy today to fly,
She spotted something strange,
In the long grass of the fairy range,
A speckled white fawn lying still,
Lost and abandoned on this hill,
His Mother ran off to escape a beast,
Leaving her babe instead for the feast,
But hiding in the long green grass,
The hungry hunters just ran on past,
Now lost and alone, the fawn shivers,
The passing fairy's heart melts and withers,
She sprinkles out some magic dust,
Murmurs a spell to whip up a gust,
Knocking about all the leaves, the wind
Picks up the fawn, leaving the fae behind,
Off back to his mum, she gives him a lick,
And says, "Next time you best run more quick."
Speckled Fawn • Opuss № I