Fawns

Come here small roe,
you will be ornament roe, not diseuse.
Reddish your colour fawn,
is your name not a meadow-saffron?

But graceful your shape,
the roebuck go for you in a big way!
Your clumsy eye innocent,
you have a kid - odd!

How weak their foot,
then` sticks their eyelash!
Fresh milk is asked of you,
the little heads are poking.

Three of your little children,
you are nursing it carefully!
Protect them from the wind,
because of all kinds of danger!


Szuhanics Albert