The moon shone bright,
Against the dark, starred filled night.
Your grey silvery silhouette shone,
As you were ready to run.

There were smells to entice,
Buried deep in the ice.
And sounds echoed around,
Vibrating in the ground.

Long, thin legs ready,
Head holding steady
Ears and snout twitched,
For the sounds and smells to be reached.

Hackles were up,
The need to feed the pup.
Then off you go,
To find the Doe.

The deed was done,
And your pups have won.
But the Fawn,
Alas only survived til dawn.