We went one day to view a spring Phil had found.
We crashed through the untamed growth,
When a deer suddenly bolted from the brush.
We were far closer than a wild thing would usually permit.
Upon investigation, we found a fawn.
Wide-eyed, it watched us from its nestled rest,
Spotted, delicate, beautiful.
Also now unprotected. With scent of man so close,
Would the mother dare return?
We did what we could, resisted petting,
Slipped away softly.
It was a moment of wonder: new birth.
It was a moment of horror: abandonment.
To witness one was to cause the other.
We live between Eden and the Holy Mountain.
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