The Inquisitive Fawn: Who Are You?
We could simply call this one the summer of the fawns!
It was morning. I was sitting in the backyard watching the hummingbirds, when one of the fawns came walking through. It instantly saw me in my chair by the shed, and its ears perked up in an inquisitive manner.
I scrunched myself down into my seat to make myself smaller; peered out over the jewelweed. We checked each other out for a minute or two; then the fawn strolled over to the edge of the woods to nibble greenery.
My soundtrack song for an inquisitive fawn is this one: the Who, with Who Are You?