Four
Today as we drove home
we saw a doe with fawns.
Two were close beside her,
and one leaped just behind.
The last was late crossing
and waited for his chance.
Four young fawns with one doe;
all half grown and nimble,
hardly needing her now.
Yet, she watched and waited.
What a mother she was—
that alert, lovely doe!
My Dog Said
How lovely and how bright it is!
Yes, I see it too.
How lovely and how round it is!
Quartered, full, or new.
Just like the face of someone dear!
A face the whole world knew.
Come, brothers, let’s sing loud and clear!
Let’s sing about the moon.
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