All about does and their apprehensions

They were quick with the muzzle utters;
dashed syllables and gasps cut,
when the doe was sighted
among the guests. Unlike
the sparrow or the pheasant,
she was brisk and dainty.

"Are you new?" they ask,
"Are you, you?"
"Yes, we are us too."

And the old guard smirked,
"But is she us?"
Standing by the moss covered chair,
he is the most charming
when it comes to credit card debt. The
most likely to
spring.

The butterfly mojitos jangle in
Their hands. Offering,
and the eyes of the doe with
her fairy musk, light up, weighing:
such soft treads - and pretty dancing blackberries
in pockets readying.

Shall she lift her split-hoof or
sparkle?

©hRj 2007