“Fawn of the Night”
Day passes quickly into night
of wonders and dreams
Daytime responsibilities abdicated for nocturnal realities
the conscious mind subverted by surreal symbols
which represent truth, but only to those that understand them
He understands, and believes what he sees
which at this moment is a strong-willed fawn
Too stubborn to stand still, she lingers for less than a second
then is off, leaving footprint evidence behind
just barely, for the snow conspires to cover her tracks
He must move fast if he’s to catch this one and so he launches
dutifully following the trail as it leads off into the distance
Though he hopes that it isn’t a figment that he’s chasing after
only time will tell
Step by step he steps, his heart rate quickens as his pace increases
He winds through a forest populated by craggy old Willow trees
Unfriendly giants, these cratered old gazers block out the rays of the moon with their outstretched leafy arms
“Get out, Get OUT!” they bellow
but it’s a command unheeded for he has a furry tail on the brain
Venturing ever further he passes a gingerbread house painted candy cane red, and emerald green
The un-nutritiously delicious homestead begs him to stop
to rest and have a nibble
but the single-minded gentleman refuses to even consider it and continues on
Passing through a field of ice populated by nymphs
they call out to him in unison to come over and play, with them,
yet he hears not their alluring voices
for he is focused on another
but where is she?
Gone
As is her trail
And her tail
Perhaps she really was a figment?
He vows to hold out for certainty…