Link to just-published song (free):
https://suno.com/s/Uiu5qNpaK88wryQP
A doe dropped off her twin fawns,
In our back yard at dawn,
What if she abandoned them?
Hoped and trusted she’d return.
Could be only two weeks old,
Wide-eyed, lovely, seeming bold,
They pranced around at play,
Watched them carefully all day.
Our back yard their romper room,
They explored most happily,
Watched my wife and me shyly,
As we gave them privacy.
They nibbled grass and leaves,
Just exploring we both thought,
As they could not yet be weaned,
Else some apples we’d have brought.
Gave them cool water to drink,
Feared, what if mother won’t return?
That unlikely we would think,
She would never newborns spurn.
Seemed happy, a little shy,
Cute, tiny and oh so frail,
They seemed unconcerned,
Wagging their little white tails.
We feared they’d run to the roads,
Next to our home’s corner lot,
So we watched them constantly,
Just in case they chose to flee.
Once or twice they wondered out,
And I slowly drove them back,
Walking towards them by the road,
Gently coaxed them to pullback,
Later I saw them jump a fence,
More than twice their own height,
Practicing their own defense?
Graceful speed and seeming flight.
At twilight their mom returned,
Rounded up her babies two,
Seemingly all unconcerned,
Scampered away as evening grew.
We wondered after they left,
Why leave her children with us?
Then remembered a doe’s visits,
In summers to our peach trees.
Outro - breathy, emotional
She must have known her fawns would be safe here,
And chose to gift us a day with her dears.
Author's Note: The original poem I wrote in 2021 and the expanded lyrics are based on an actual day exactly as described.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
Link to just-published song (free):
https://suno.com/s/Uiu5qNpaK88wryQP
A doe dropped off her twin fawns,
In our back yard at dawn,
What if she abandoned them?
Hoped and trusted she’d return.
Could be only two weeks old,
Wide-eyed, lovely, seeming bold,
They pranced around at play,
Watched them carefully all day.
Our back yard their romper room,
They explored most happily,
Watched my wife and me shyly,
As we gave them privacy.
They nibbled grass and leaves,
Just exploring we both thought,
As they could not yet be weaned,
Else some apples we’d have brought.
Gave them cool water to drink,
Feared, what if mother won’t return?
That unlikely we would think,
She would never newborns spurn.
Seemed happy, a little shy,
Cute, tiny and oh so frail,
They seemed unconcerned,
Wagging their little white tails.
We feared they’d run to the roads,
Next to our home’s corner lot,
So we watched them constantly,
Just in case they chose to flee.
Once or twice they wondered out,
And I slowly drove them back,
Walking towards them by the road,
Gently coaxed them to pullback,
Later I saw them jump a fence,
More than twice their own height,
Practicing their own defense?
Graceful speed and seeming flight.
At twilight their mom returned,
Rounded up her babies two,
Seemingly all unconcerned,
Scampered away as evening grew.
We wondered after they left,
Why leave her children with us?
Then remembered a doe’s visits,
In summers to our peach trees.
Outro - breathy, emotional
She must have known her fawns would be safe here,
And chose to gift us a day with her dears.
Author's Note: The original poem I wrote in 2021 and the expanded lyrics are based on an actual day exactly as described.
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