fawn uow the blood oh the blood thimbleberry leaf thimbleberry leaves a dead body found, among blackberries, thimbleberries red and black and red, red leaves crying no longer heard, the fawn is dead 040831 ... uow only the other day i saw it living 040831 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? The deep frost from the early old winter covers the ground, greedily swallowing up the picture. Laying its head down on its newly made bed it sleeps till the snow makes its way to the front of the stage. Engulfing me, breathing hard, squeezing my vision so that i now see the way he thinks. The little body lain in the bush. Warm, at last given a coffin that was sent for free. Spring returns to take her seat, stealing the lime-light from the old-news season. Spreading fingers of warmth and chill over the sleepless world. New life begins, bounding, skipping and jumping into the twenty-first century. A new era to replace the old, can she fulfil her purpose? 040831 what's it to you? who go blather from