The Fawn

As I went walking through the wood

One lovely summer morn,

A creature of such beauty stood

As ever shaped or born.

Above her waist, a youthful girl 

Of very pleasing shape

Auburn hair of endless curl

What billowed, like a cape.

Slender, but with lovely curve

And graceful, gentle poise;

So perfect, I near lost my nerve

But daren't make a noise.

Those eyes -- wide set and brilliant,

A striking azure blue,

So curious and innocent

Yet sharply cautious, too.

Rich redwood lips, so full and sweet,

A lovely cupid's bow;

Subtle nose, her chin discreet,

And slender neck below. 

Her heaving breasts, full and unbound,
were bountiful and pert,

At that, my focus came unwound,

My lusts on full alert. 

But underneath her slender waist

Her hips and legs were gone,

Instead, what filled the lower space:

The body of a fawn. 

Where belly button should have knotted,

Her torso tapered down,

Darkened to a fur (white spotted)

Of lovely reddish- brown.

Perhaps she felt I'd make pursuit

Like Ahab and his whale,

Her sharp eyes found an exit route;

She ran, with shake of tail.

I never saw the fawn

Since the morn she ran away,

But when I walk just after dawn,

I hope she'll come to play.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.