Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep, <br /> I heard a fawn. <br />Out past the window's ice coat in the morning, I <br /> found a sleeping fawn. <br /> <br />There are men in yellow kitchens watching hands of <br /> brown-eyed women <br />while men in orange jackets dream in secret, of <br /> capturing a fawn. <br /> <br />When I was younger I was taught, but have forgotten, <br /> sweet timidity. <br />When I am older I will learn, by necessity, the <br /> light-footedness of fawns. <br /> <br />Someone left a lily on my doorstep, eggshell white <br /> with speckled leaves; <br />the card of introduction said the flower's name was <br /> Fawn. <br /> <br />Sages wonder if it's possible for men to turn to <br /> animals. <br />I wonder if they've pondered the agility of fawns. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Joe Shields<br /><br />C.J. Sage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fawn-ghazal/
