Leaping Fences

When I saw
two fawns,
still glistening,
still trembling,
from birth,

I wondered:

Do these
Little Ones
know they were
born able,
soon enough,
to soar over the
neighbor’s fence,
like dancers,
and dine on
azaleas?

Do they know
they won’t always
need to be
so closely
guarded by
Mama Doe?

Then
I wondered,
again:

When I
sometimes
pray,

desperate to be
closely guarded,

have I forgotten
I was
born able,
soon enough,
to leap fences?