Little Fawn
Little
fawn, drink the streams’ crystal blue,
eat
the forests’ lush green,
play
with the playful meadow fairies;
care
not of us upright things—
we
are a long way from knowing your innocence.
Little
fawn, saunter through your world,
know
the sun’s gift and the land’s poetry,
love
your parents and your friends;
but
think not of our scary eyes—
we
are mean and know nothing of your love.
Little
fawn, it may seem I use trickery against you;
your
elders can confirm the ways of my species.
But
little fawn, know one thing:
I
feign their wants and their needs,
I
feign everything about them.
Truth,
I am a trader, a green-hearted outlaw;
selling
comfort for beauty, greed for experience.
And
after I lay these words out for you to see,
I
will continue to watch and love you—
Defying all that is wrong with me
to know a bit of all that is right with
you.
By Jason Sturner
flowerpetalsonthecreek@yahoo.com
Jason
Sturner was born in Harvey, Illinois, and raised in the western suburbs
of Chicago. He is a member of the Illinois State Poetry Society and has
published four books of poetry: Kairos, 10 Love Poems, Selected Poems 2004-2007 and Collected Poems
(all available as free downloads; see website). In addition to poetry
he writes short stories of psychological horror and the supernatural.
He resides in Wheaton, Illinois and works as a botanist at the Morton
Arboretum in Lisle. Website: www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com