Run Away

Looking like a great dane, the small dear ran away from the camera. No photos today, the deer exclaimed. You can photograph me only when it is wet and gray. And so the fawn heard its mother calling and ran away. Leaving me only with this photograph and wondering what to say. I wish I were young again and free to play. Then I too would run away. I would go home to my home in the woods and there I would stay.