Melody S. Gee

Learn To Walk

Fawn, an open 

meadow is spread 
with harm.

Every clearing stir 

twitches the ear,
the follicles cup 

every rustle. Your abrupt 

posture prepared 
to spring. A life alert.

How fast blood

pumps to stay
this ready. Your body

enters the clearing

tracked and scoped.
And yet the clover.

The goldenrod. The flush

of acorns says surrender
your alarm.

Take your cover

with you. Your spots 
have not yet darkened 

into hide.