eat the forests’ lush green,
play with the playful meadow fairies;
care not of us upright things—
we are a long way from knowing your innocence.
Little fawn, saunter through your world,know the sun’s gift and the land’s poetry,
love your parents and your friends;
but think not of our scary eyes—
we are mean and know nothing of your love.
Little fawn, it may seem I use trickery against you;your elders can confirm the ways of my species.
But little fawn, know one thing:
I feign their wants and their needs,
I feign everything about them.
Truth, I am a trader, a green-hearted outlaw;selling comfort for beauty, greed for experience.
And after I lay these words out for you to see,
I will continue to watch and love you—
Defying all that is wrong with meto know a bit of all that is right with you.
From the book Kairos (print version only)