Meditations on a Fawn

for Kyra’s Birthday

That button nose,
     As noses go,
Reminds me of
     A girl I know.

Those gleaming eyes,
     So innocent,
Are likewise her
     Bright ornament.

That smile of glee,
     And love entwined,
Is just the same
     As Kyra’s kind.

She’s not a deer
     In science class,
But dear she is,
     This bonny lass.


April 10, 2011