Freeze, Fawn, Flight and Fight

I lay here in the grass and listen out for mum,

the leaves are rustling in the wind and bees fly with a hum.

I watch the flowers bloom around me and face towards the sun,

they sway in the breeze so happily while I resist the urge to run.

“Stay here darling” mum did say as she nuzzled at my head,

“Don’t move, don’t bleat, not a sound or else you’ll end up dead.”

Her words keep me frozen here among the buds and bloom, 

I hear the danger close to me I hope she gets back soon. 

The crows fly out of the grass to safety in the sky,

I dare not move, I dare not breathe , I dare not blink an eye.

The grass is rustling louder and the bees have flown away,

I lay here frozen on the ground as the flowers bob and sway.

I hear the danger panting and sniffing on the ground,

I think this must be it, until I hear a triumphant sound.

It’s mum and she’s running, her feet beat the mud 

She attacks the danger with her hooves, “Thud, thud, thud!”

Up I bounce and off we run together once again,

We disappear into the woods only the buds and bloom remain.