Sadly See

Sadly see panic, terror
On the face of one I love
Can’t help
Have to let it be
Pass thru, let it pass
Understand it did happen
But now
Now it’s in the past
Where you can let it be
What it was
What came to be
I can’t know nor understand
Only support and be there
To help you thru
This past, awful memory.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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