Here’s where the deer lie,
sheltered by sycamores,
cooled by the green leaves
of tall, wild sunflowers,
the sun filtering down
to kiss their pelts with warmth.
This is the place they dream of
in winter, the place they sing of
in lullabies to newborn fawns
in early spring as they lick
their soft hair and promise
them tomorrows filled
with flowers and sunshine.