Fawn, she hums in the hollows
And whispers by the streams
Cautious and curious
You might catch her in the afternoon sunbeams
You may think she’s clumsy or a little lost
But really she is careful and certain
There in the morning mist she sips the dew
With the lady bugs and snakes
She isn’t lonely
Quite the contrary
Fawn, she is learning to trust
As she thrives
There’s no time to worry about hunters
She’s gotta live her best life
-Rachel King
Believe it or not but I actually had little wooden horns/twings for the Fawn pictures but I didn't like any of the pictures with them in so you can use your imagination with these images haha
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