i look to the side of the road i travel…i see the crumpled frame of a fawn,resting in solemn peace…its body mangled and torn

my first thoughts are of this poor delicate thing…as if i am plateaus above, a few seconds after that thought has passed…i realize i am as vulnerable as the fawn

this man of great intelligence and experience can see pitfalls as they arise…sometimes, but i am kidding myself if i think i know what is running through the mind of the man sitting next to me

so shall i fret and fear what the next moment will present…no, i don’t propose such an attitude nor a vigilant defense…but it be a foolish man to think that danger is not often near

life is the undeniable greatest gift and we should treat it as our prize possession and be consciously aware that the next moment isn’t promised and may not arrive

as a fawn