As a frightened deer
which fears to come near,
Like a young fawn
its sense of self barely formed.
A hunter yawns
“You will be mine before dawn”.
As a frightened deer
which fears to come near,
Like a young fawn
its sense of self barely formed.
A hunter yawns
“You will be mine before dawn”.
Poor thing. 😮
Thanks Tess. Best. Kevin
Always welcome, Kevin.