Disaster Could Have Happened

Disaster could have happened
Tragedy could have fell
Heartache in the moment
So fast no one could tell
If the world was alright
Or descended into Hell.

Prayers were answered, lives spared
But the fear of danger will forever tear
At a heart beating rapidly
Frantic to get to safety
To get away, to be spared.

All is quiet now
Birds sing a happy song
And
Somewhere in the forest, a mother
Loves her fawn.
~ Patrice   

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Our rottie attacked a fawn about the same size as him in our backyard this morning. Fortunately, we got to them before any harm was done and the fawn was reunited with it’s mother.

A Doe And Her Baby Fawn – Conclusion

This is the last except of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special for me.

Slowly I moved forward, the red truck behind me did also.

Two vehicles came from the other way just as I came up beside the fawn.This tiny little baby deer stood looking at all the commotion on the road and there in the woods behind him, was his mom, peeking out of the trees.

We all moved ahead. There were three vehicles now, a van had come up behind the red truck. Just ahead was a corner and as I reached it, I pulled to the side and the red truck pulled up beside of me. The van moved pass us, turning, going on his way.

I said something like “That was pretty special”. The red truck driver answered an emphatic “Yes!” We agreed that we couldn’t move pass the fawn, it was worth waiting to make sure he got to safety.

Off we went on our way feeling, at least for me and I believe also the guy in the red truck, that we had witnessed something special. The doe and her fawn, most likely just grateful to have survived a traumatic situation.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

A Doe And Her Baby Fawn – Part 2

This is the second part of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special.

The fawn walked slowly towards his mom. Wondered if he had been hit, but as I watched him, he seemed to move fine.

His mom was so beside herself. She was a true mom. Her whole presence showed she was desperately trying to get her baby to safety. To get him into the woods, off the road, away from this terror where he could die. Knowing also if she stayed, she too could perish. The horrible dilemma she was in was oblivious.

The fawn was closer to her now and she moved off the road into the grass, then came back out. The fawn ran a bit. I moved slowly ahead then stopped at a safe distance so as not to panic the mom.

She was in the woods, then back out to the grass, to the edge of the road, back to the grass, the woods, the road. The fawn moved closer and closer to her. She disappeared into the woods, the fawn into the grass.
– To be continued

~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

A Doe And Her Baby Fawn

I experienced something very special on my way into town travelling the back way on gravel roads.

Ahead in the distance, a doe was frantically running back and forth at the side of the road. Between her and my car was a tiny figure heading slowly towards her. Realizing it was a small fawn, I stopped. Behind me was a red truck that stopped too.

The doe jumped, raced back and forth in a panic. You could see she wanted to get her baby to safety. Even though there was bush all along the side of the road, for some reason she felt he must come up the road to her. She kept backing up, coming ahead, encouraging him, looking back at us in such an obvious dilemma. Get her baby to safety or do what her instincts said she must do to survive, run.
– To be continued. 

~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012