“Come on, kids,” the mother lows,
“Sniff the herbs now, use your nose.”
“Right in here’s a lovely place,
Duck right in and hide your face.”
“Wait!” says Junior, “I can see,
Some delicious weeds for me.”
“Okay, now I’m lying down,
Are you sure I won’t be found?”
Fennel too, oh what a show.”
“Look at me, beneath the leaves,
How oregano deceives.”
“Did you think I disappeared?
Scared you, Mom, I know you feared.”
“Now you only see my tush,
Hiding ‘neath the beauty bush.”
Tiny sister on the ground,
If she’s still she won’t be found.
Where’d she go, that little tease?
Camo colours, if you please.
“Here I am,” she flicks an ear,
Sage and lavender are near.
“All right, come on out, you two,
Weeds between the grass to chew.
“We’re quite safe now, don’t you fear,
No more danger over here.”
Note* These pictures are from several years ago, but at this time of year, when the fawns are born.