Flowerbed Fawn

As I dressed in my workout clothes for my walk this morning, my hubby whispered, "there's a fawn in our flowerbox under the tree." I crept to the front door, peered out; and sure enough, I could see his tiny head raised above the boards that lined the mulch. A striking red Cardinal sang him a cheerful lullaby. I guess his mother had deposited him there for safe keeping and left to forage for food. She must have trusted us to leave him in such open circumstances. Soon he rose, ambled across the road into the ditch and skittered off into the woods. Our clients often rave about our comfortable guesthouse beds and pleasant surroundings. I imagine this little fella felt the same way.

Blessings,

Writer Gal

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