A Doe And Her Fawn
August 19, 2013
In a way it was a sad day for a while because one of my aunts called to tell me that my uncle passed away in July. My uncle had complications from a terminal condition.
I really did not want to know about his death. He had already been cremated . Why should I care. After my mother died, he stopped visiting us from his home near New Orleans. I thought he cared about us. He kept telling me I should move into my mother's house. I made it clear that what I do, and when I do it, will be my decision , and no one else.
I decided to rest, and asked God to forgive me , for feeling bitter over a deceased relative. I asked God to forgive me, and I went to my bedroom to lie down.
It was not long when Joann came to see me to tell me that she saw a baby fawn in our yard behind our home. I felt tired, and exhausted, but I got up out of bed to look out of our back window.
There were two animals. One was a full grown doe with her young fawn near her. The animals looked straight at us. They remained in our yard for a while revealing their beauty, and then walked into the tall grassy woods behind our home.
I never saw wild deer near our home in my life. I never saw deer ever on our family property. They were beautiful , and graceful , and I wondered why anyone would ever want to harm them.
Becky, and Joann looked out of our large living room window. They seemed fascinated by the sight of them.
I have a strange tired feeling. It is unusual how animals that are considered wild, come to give birth to their young , near our home.
We do not see the young raccoon anymore, only possums that come for food. We miss the raccoon, but perhaps the hot weather could have caused her to stay away for a while.
I need to sleep, and to pray in my sleep for the departed that I once loved. I miss my mother, and my father, and I wish I could hug them.
Maybe I should play my song to God. I pray for all souls.
I could save lives again like when I was young. Two young men were once shooting at each other with revolvers. I stepped out of a police car, and walked right between the young men, and told them to toss their guns to the ground .
I told them to come to our police unit, or I would call their parents. Their parents slapped the heck out of them. The boys were young, and I did not want them to have criminal records.
Cops were sore at me. Someone made a terrible mistake, and said that I got shot.
Lord in Heaven. Thirty units with wall to wall cops showed up. Car doors opened with men holding m-16's , revolvers, and rifles. Guns were everywhere.
Every policeman in the parish pulled out , and army of weapons. One sergeant got angry when he saw that there was a mistaken report by someone to the dispatcher.
We let the boys go free. Their parents would deal with them better than us.
God Bless Everyone.