"Spots on the Ground"

The moon had begun her long, long journey
of creeping across the darkest night sky.
My friend Owlbert, was hooting from the tree tops.
Sometimes I could hear Owlbert hoot "tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
I was thinking and wondering,
I was tossing and turning.

I tried to sleep,,,,, but mostly I was thinking about,,,,,
TOMORROW,,,, the word Owlbert hooooooted.

Soon the sun rays were shining through the window.
I found star dust on my pillow as I opened my eyes.
Magical star dust.
It was morning. It was time to rise and shine.
I ran downstairs.
I ran to see, if mama was fixing my breakfast.
Mama was standing in the window, looking outside.
She was looking up onto the mountain, where the forest trees stood.
She had binoculars and could not stop looking.
She kept saying "Look Tweedles"
And so mama picked me up in her arms, so I could see.
Standing in the meadow,
surrounded by the forest trees was a deer,( a Doe.)
Swet was pouring down the deers face.
Her ears twisted around and around as she listened, and watched for danger.
Her tummy and back were twitching, and twisting and knarled looking.
Then we saw something in her tummy move.
I think she might have a tummy ache.
"Oh my gosh" I thought. "I hate tummy aches."
I wanted to go help. But mama said no.
"What's a Tweedles to do"?
The air was filled with birds singing.
The forest was humming softly, and quietly.
We watched for hours,
and then we could not see her anymore.
Maybe she layed down to take a nap.

Through out the day,
I thought
and thought
and wondered.
I thought about the little deer.
Soon the evening birds began to chirp their night songs.
Frogs began to croak.
The evening dew was beginning to settle on the grass.
The forest began to sing.
"Why is the forest singing"? I wondered.
I looked outside gazing at the night shadows
and right there before my eyes - was the deer, and,,,,,,,,,,,
a baby with white spots.
Both of my moms and I, watched as the mama deer walked proudly across the yard showing off her fawn.
The little fawn pranced, and then it ran and hopped- playing games with its own shadow.
We watched them disappear, as they climbed the trail up into the forest.
I have a feeling the forest will sing all night.
Every star in the sky will shine brite and all the trees will sing.

Mama deer left her baby in our yard, for us to baby set.
She left it here for me to play with- I just know it!

This is mama deer and her baby.


I am looking in these flowers for the baby deer.
I am looking for spots on the ground.

These flowers are "forget me not's".
I will never forget the magic that happened on my mountain.
Nitey nite my friends
love
tweedles