Spots

Her eyes were cold

No feeling, no remorse

The doe ate grass with her back to the fawn

Why are you still here?

The fawn pranced happily around the meadow

Her dark eyes bright and excited.

Seeing a butterfly,

She pounces on it.

It flies away –

Free.

The doe mindless moves about,

Sensitive nose helping her to locate grass to eat.

Her ears circle back to strain at a noise.

Head jerks up – the melody of the forest is broken.

Seconds pass and her thoughts are about herself.

The symphony strikes up again – all is well.

The doe gives an uninterested glance to the fawn,

It triggers no emotion.

She’s useless.

The fawn, exhausted from play,

Wanders to her mother. 

Love shines in the her eyes

It is mirrored with disdain from the doe.

Gently, the fawn lowers her head to nurse –

The doe kicks the fawn away from her.

No more.

The fawn bleats – confusion over this.

The doe looks at her with no feeling in her black eyes.

The doe begins to walk away – alone

Tentatively the fawn follows.

The doe notices and turns around

She issues a warning snort and stomps.

We are no longer one.

She turns to leave for good.

The fawn sits alone in the meadow.

She still had her bright white spots.