by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Your spotted back fits well
in the dappled light of the wood 

as you wait utterly still
for the night and her returning.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

5 responses to “Fawn

  1. Oh … superb Ethel! And that hint of anxiety or danger in the waiting … !

  2. Coming from you, I’m honored. Ethel.

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