THE BABY

On a snowy night in November
A baby fawn was born and named Decem-
Ber,

The wind was gushing high and low
For she walks across the crust and snow,

Her voice so light they did not hear
Even though people were near,

She takes and runs up on a porch
When she sees a glowing torch,

It is warm and cozy all around
As snowflakes fall on the ground,

A cat scurry's up by her side
And goes to sleep on her hide.