ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: Fawn, by Swapna Sanchita

Unsteady fawn legs, womb wet
Mass of red brown fur
Knocked down by the rough licks
Of a mother wiping away the scents of birth
Traces of the fears that may have hidden inside her

There is safety in the quiet open spaces of the wilds
In the stillness of green, brown, white-
clover dotted meadows

Suckled strength seeps in slowly but stays, holds fast.

A perilous world waits
Sharp, long ears hear – a deer runs!

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