There’s a little deer that comes
Every evening to our backyard
Munching on the honeysuckle
Growing thick beneath the tree
A little whisp of a thing she is
Last years fawn, all grown up
Thin and baby faced this summer
Returning to where she was born

They come back every spring
To have their babies on our land
Where they are safe and protected
Corn spread on the ground to eat
When the greens aren’t enough
For the mama’s with little ones

It’s a blessing to see them all come
Year after year, back to this haven
And now this new little one too
Where she will raise her own fawns
Where she will come in winter months
For food and water, a familiar place

Another little deer to come and go
Another little miracle of the forest