Today as we drove home

we saw a doe with fawns.

Two were close beside her,

and one leaped just behind.

The last was late crossing

and waited for his chance.

Four young fawns with one doe;

all half grown and nimble,

hardly needing her now.

Yet, she watched and waited.

What a mother she was—

that alert, lovely doe!

My Dog Said

How lovely and how bright it is!

Yes, I see it too.

How lovely and how round it is!

Quartered, full, or new.

Just like the face of someone dear!

A face the whole world knew.

Come, brothers, let’s sing loud and clear!

Let’s sing about the moon.