I saw them on my way to my daughter's House, two fawns, Speckled, frolicking along the Freeway. How could I help but smile? Two days later on my way back home I Saw one of them again lying dead in The median. How could I help but feel sad for The tender life snuffed out? How could I help but feel sorry for The stunned driver who struck it down. I know God noticed the fallen fawn. I wonder if it had a name. "He counts the number of the stars and calls them all by name." Psalm 147:4 |