Curled in a loop of speckled, damp fur
i found the fawn
lost in the folds of unkept brambles
crying like a baby bike horn
with black, wet stones for eyes,
a cluster of stars on her back.
heavy atop toothpicks
and hobbles towards my pant leg,
searching for love, for mamma.
i hear you, little one.
i have been singing
i sit, she trembles closer.
my inner light child
filled with possibility
such sweetness, is here.
i take her body into my heart
as a white owl moon,
and hold her in my healing wings
whisper into the ocean of her beating chest
you are not alone, little one.
we toss away all darkness, together
and turn all the pain