She appeared on a day in June alone like her Mothers before her, 
The fresh cut Timothy grass smelled sweet growing little apples a future treat.
Her young she had tucked away in nearby grasses and pines beavers heard splashing in pond waters, 
Bull frogs singing for a mate a tidy home did Mom create.

Summer days passing warm nights to enjoy a well behaved fawn would hold it's place,while Mom grazed—only slightly aware of human gaze.
Years before another doe feasted of orchard fruit why was she always alone human thoughts pondered?
Finally discovering—two fawns as they wondered!

Wiser humans contentedly watched as Mom daily ate apples summer breeze tossed 
To the ground below nourishing both doe and fawn this year's doe had dropped but one.

By first of August sun the young one had grown second to none,
Mom knew it was time for her young to taste fruit soon to take it's place in the family herd.
In evening they gingerly appeared from thicket to grazing place sweet apples to taste The young did run and jump for Joy! anxious to show his handsome face.

From across the field stepped a large strange deer met with Mom's distrust,
While the elders butted heads the handsome fawn kicked up his heels 
Suddenly! The three did turn leaping high into the woods the herb to join. 

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