This is all so, new and so strange to me.These others show love and affection to one another.It makes my heart burn to watch,and turn around to see that no one is there to give me such tender encouragement.No parents to speak of,no lover to be seen that I can call my own.Just a locket with the letter F and a quote burned into my memory ever since I was a fawn.To thine own self be true is what I was told and have repeated to myself over the years.


I wander this forest and come across many other deer only one other has greated me.And now she is gone.Am I an outcast or do I dispease others with my prescence.The name I was given was Maria.It is said my father named me,but I have yet to know his.My mother called me Fancy for it pained her to remember my father in any way.

I want to trust,I want to love,but can I are there others willing to except me.My legs have taken me to this great old oak while I was lost in thought.I examine the tree with admiration.So big and strong it has stayed here for so long.I let out a sigh and curl up inside the little cave inside.And close my eyes to thine own self be true runs though my mind before I sleep.