I fawn on all those who have no patience or consideration for the elderly. Those old persons would have contributed to the development of our nation. Yet we have some amongst us that would seek to deny their contribution, or the need for them to share equally in the wealth of the country.
The little one looked down from the spaceship viewport. Below, the tiny meadow it had known all it’s life.. burnt. The fawn realized, with newfound intellect, that it could think. “Now, the world will be mine!”
Some say that I am as naive as an innocent baby fawn when it comes to the subject of love. I never expected to be fawning over you daily as I do. You truly are something special to me.. I hope to one day be forever yours. One day soon.
The humble boy wandered across the yellow tinted pavement. He looked up to the tall man next to him. He knew him only as god. He was a strange man. The strange man lifted the heat below them and rose above.
i saw her in a picture with a fawn. like every picture it was perfect. it showed her happy. she always seemed happy. and like always i wondered how she managed to do that. what made it possible for her to be so happy? and more importantly, why was i not that happy? i was really asking myself that.
Fawn? Isn’t that a baby of some animal. Omg I can’t think of anything. I don’t know why the image of Mr Tummus from The Chronicles of Narnia appears in my head. He’s a fawn, right? Why can’t you give me an easier word dammitttttt.
She always loved her fawn coat. Whenever she put it on she envisioned herself like the movie stars of eras bygone, mysterious, sophisticated, alluring. It lifted her out of her stressful world and into one where her only concern was finding shoes to match.
Do not fear great love, or great pain. Great conquest, or great defeat. Do not fear the highest of heights, or the humbling nature of the silence. Do not fear the glorious, but unpredictable dawn.
fawn is a little dainty, foxy deer with a hint of sass. it could be a name of a hippie spaced out go-go dancer who’s chain smoking dead beat boyfriend beats her.
I used to fawn over many things in the past. Mostly girls, sometimes cute animals, but yeah. Go crazy over them, lose all sense of reason and in general just do stupid things for them. Things I thought would make them happy. Now I’m a little older and (I suppose) more mature, I don’t always do that.
Fawning over her dream like a warm tongue atop a newborn puppy’s crown, she cleaned and warmed it, keeping it, at least for a moment, safe from the world’s vindictive realities.
The small doe struggled to her feet and as her mother watched on, a soft cry of concern leaving the animals lips, the child watched them both with awe. This was amazing. This was life in motion. Although the child was barely four, they understood what life was in the simple action of a mother seeing her child age.
Another stumble to her feet, and a few tentative steps forward, and soon both mother and fawn were moving on.
The child got to their feet and giggled.
Life moved on.
It sat alone, withdrawn in the grass. It held the eyes of innocence; too young to understand what had happen to it. The fawn’s final moments were painless. The disease had taken its toll, but now the fawn is with the greats. It wanders in the mellows with its mother and father, starting a life it would have never started in the other world.
Fawn over you, ever and always. My little ray of self-esteem, poring over a tome or two, red wrinkled velvet against red crinkled page. Dame lost in a damsel dream. Never imagined a doe like you. Doe-eyed, doe-eared, doe-nosed, too. Frolic along in your island of whimsy with pirates like in your hideous stories. You are a dear. A dollar in my pocket. Wrinkled like the words of your fancy. Fancy free, caring little for money or beauty. Fawn over you, always.
The small, white fawn pranced through the forest. It jumped over logs and sprinted around trees. At one point it passed the yard of Mr. John Beck, an old hermit living in the mountains of northern Maine.
I’d always been told that I’m doe eyed. So innocent looking with so little to say..if only they knew what goes on in this twisted head of mind. Maybe I wouldn’t look so innocent anymore
you sweet little deer i saw you running and jumping behind your mother. observing her following her. trusting her instincts. you cute little baby deer are so dependent on your strong leading mother.
Like the first time, Bambi saw those headlights…
I was lost, forever, to be stuck in the moment I saw you first.
I barely remember that my heart stopped for that moment
All that remains now is the pain, as I lay here in the gutter
The deer jumped over the fallen tree, impatient to get to his mother. Would he make it in time? As his breath came out in short, desperate pants, he continued on his mad rush to make it home. Seeing the gun, primed in the hunter’s hands was his worst nightmare. The hole it blasted into his side a sharp pain keeping him aware enough to run.
A hunter saw a deer and shoot it immediately before it gets out of his sight. He run for the dead body, and there he found the deer with a fawn beside it, sobering, crying for the death of its mom.
A quiet forest, the sun peeking through the trees, no animals are in sight. When suddenly, a fawn appears. Graceful. Delicate. This Fawn is like happiness. Be patient and it will come to you.
There he is again that cute little fawn, god I hate that fucking Fawn. Drinking it’s cold clear water from that cold clear fucking stream. I know what your thinking, this guy is a syndical asshole right but you have to understand I see that fawn every morning, it’s free it’s happy; and here I am sitting in this shitty car breathing in that awful stench of day old tacos on my way to my shitty job.
i once saw a fawn next to my house on the edge of a beautiful meadow. I’ve lived near that meadow for nearly 15 years, yet i’ve never stepped foot in it. the reason why i’ve never wanted to go into the meadow was because i’ve always admired it from the outside that i was afraid that once i walked in it, i wouldn’t find it as beautiful as when i saw it from the outside. instead i just looked at it from my bedroom window. day in and day out i would see all the little animals strolling alongside and in the meadow. sometimes i would imagine what the meadow would look like from the perspective of the creatures and there was this fawn, looking straight into my eyes and i could see the beauty of the meadow in that one second. finally after this second of realization, i faced my fear and walked straight to the meadow and explored it all day. i was shocked to find that this was the most marvelous place i’ve ever seen and was a hundred times more beautiful looking from the outside, in. because of a fawn, i have found the most amazing place anyone could ever find, and it was always just outside my bedroom window.
a little baby fawn living in the forest with flowers and beautiful things mushrooms and life and growth and breath and water droplets. this fawn is a baby and is going to see everything for the first time it reminds me of bambi i hope its mother doesn’t die.
i dont think i know what this means
i thought of a forest at first for some reason although i dont think it has anything to do with that
i can’t seem to figure out what this word means
i am now thinking of bambi
i do not know why
fawn fawn fawn
what do you mean
oh gosh
how do i not know
The young fawn ran through the forest chased by the sound of gunshots. Its tracker followed eagerly, anxious to make his father proud and produce a first kill. Dinner would be exceptional tonight with the taste of pride in every bite. Little did he know there would be emotions attached to this kill.
Fawn?
Is that the same as pawn?
I’m not a big fan of pawn so I doubt I’d be a big fan of fawn.
I’ll give it a shot though, why the hell not?
Can’t answer? Fawn it is then?
This probably doesn’t make an ounce of sense…………AND THAT’S HOW I LIKE IT!
A fawn is a small animal. Either a deer or a fox. I have no idea. I just know that it’s an animal from the forest. It must be cute, of course. All forest animals are.
Okay so I’ve researched about it (IT IS A DEER). It’s like a tiny Harry Potter. Geddit? Because James Potter’s patronus/animagus is a stag…okay I’ll stop now.
once there was a baby fawn. it suckled on its mother until it was shot. it fed a human female. she then gave birth to a baby. now it suckles on the mother.
Once upon a time there was a baby deer. The baby deer grew up into a big daddy deer. Then he got shot. The hunter gutted him, cut off his head to hang on the wall above the fire place, and cooked and ate him.
I fawn on all those who have no patience or consideration for the elderly. Those old persons would have contributed to the development of our nation. Yet we have some amongst us that would seek to deny their contribution, or the need for them to share equally in the wealth of the country.
The little one looked down from the spaceship viewport. Below, the tiny meadow it had known all it’s life.. burnt. The fawn realized, with newfound intellect, that it could think. “Now, the world will be mine!”
fawn
wanf
fanw
nwaf
fwan
fnaw
nafw
Some say that I am as naive as an innocent baby fawn when it comes to the subject of love. I never expected to be fawning over you daily as I do. You truly are something special to me.. I hope to one day be forever yours. One day soon.
The humble boy wandered across the yellow tinted pavement. He looked up to the tall man next to him. He knew him only as god. He was a strange man. The strange man lifted the heat below them and rose above.
i saw her in a picture with a fawn. like every picture it was perfect. it showed her happy. she always seemed happy. and like always i wondered how she managed to do that. what made it possible for her to be so happy? and more importantly, why was i not that happy? i was really asking myself that.
baby deer was walking
baby deer was eaten by a wolf
baby deer died
so fawning sad
papa deer spawned another fawn
the end
Fawn? Isn’t that a baby of some animal. Omg I can’t think of anything. I don’t know why the image of Mr Tummus from The Chronicles of Narnia appears in my head. He’s a fawn, right? Why can’t you give me an easier word dammitttttt.
She always loved her fawn coat. Whenever she put it on she envisioned herself like the movie stars of eras bygone, mysterious, sophisticated, alluring. It lifted her out of her stressful world and into one where her only concern was finding shoes to match.
Do not fear great love, or great pain. Great conquest, or great defeat. Do not fear the highest of heights, or the humbling nature of the silence. Do not fear the glorious, but unpredictable dawn.
fawn is a little dainty, foxy deer with a hint of sass. it could be a name of a hippie spaced out go-go dancer who’s chain smoking dead beat boyfriend beats her.
I used to fawn over many things in the past. Mostly girls, sometimes cute animals, but yeah. Go crazy over them, lose all sense of reason and in general just do stupid things for them. Things I thought would make them happy. Now I’m a little older and (I suppose) more mature, I don’t always do that.
Fawning over her dream like a warm tongue atop a newborn puppy’s crown, she cleaned and warmed it, keeping it, at least for a moment, safe from the world’s vindictive realities.
The small doe struggled to her feet and as her mother watched on, a soft cry of concern leaving the animals lips, the child watched them both with awe. This was amazing. This was life in motion. Although the child was barely four, they understood what life was in the simple action of a mother seeing her child age.
Another stumble to her feet, and a few tentative steps forward, and soon both mother and fawn were moving on.
The child got to their feet and giggled.
Life moved on.
Fawn? what is fawn? to fawn over?
is that what is means?
to blush?
i have no idea.
oh well .-.
fawn deer
It sat alone, withdrawn in the grass. It held the eyes of innocence; too young to understand what had happen to it. The fawn’s final moments were painless. The disease had taken its toll, but now the fawn is with the greats. It wanders in the mellows with its mother and father, starting a life it would have never started in the other world.
Fawn over you, ever and always. My little ray of self-esteem, poring over a tome or two, red wrinkled velvet against red crinkled page. Dame lost in a damsel dream. Never imagined a doe like you. Doe-eyed, doe-eared, doe-nosed, too. Frolic along in your island of whimsy with pirates like in your hideous stories. You are a dear. A dollar in my pocket. Wrinkled like the words of your fancy. Fancy free, caring little for money or beauty. Fawn over you, always.
The small, white fawn pranced through the forest. It jumped over logs and sprinted around trees. At one point it passed the yard of Mr. John Beck, an old hermit living in the mountains of northern Maine.
I’d always been told that I’m doe eyed. So innocent looking with so little to say..if only they knew what goes on in this twisted head of mind. Maybe I wouldn’t look so innocent anymore
fawn.
a baby deer?
Yawns.
I’m sure yawning is contagious.
Dawn,
that’s a beautiful thought.
aaaaaaand i’m out of things to say.
who knew 60 seconds could be so long and so short
when your lawn needs water and is starting to rot.
you sweet little deer i saw you running and jumping behind your mother. observing her following her. trusting her instincts. you cute little baby deer are so dependent on your strong leading mother.
the little sweet innocent fawn. is hopping about the field. with both deer parents lurking about. it is early dawn. the little fawn yawns.
Like the first time, Bambi saw those headlights…
I was lost, forever, to be stuck in the moment I saw you first.
I barely remember that my heart stopped for that moment
All that remains now is the pain, as I lay here in the gutter
Fawn. Something that has yet to be dawned upon. Frowned upon. Making things up because it’s the stool we were left up on.
The deer jumped over the fallen tree, impatient to get to his mother. Would he make it in time? As his breath came out in short, desperate pants, he continued on his mad rush to make it home. Seeing the gun, primed in the hunter’s hands was his worst nightmare. The hole it blasted into his side a sharp pain keeping him aware enough to run.
A hunter saw a deer and shoot it immediately before it gets out of his sight. He run for the dead body, and there he found the deer with a fawn beside it, sobering, crying for the death of its mom.
A quiet forest, the sun peeking through the trees, no animals are in sight. When suddenly, a fawn appears. Graceful. Delicate. This Fawn is like happiness. Be patient and it will come to you.
There he is again that cute little fawn, god I hate that fucking Fawn. Drinking it’s cold clear water from that cold clear fucking stream. I know what your thinking, this guy is a syndical asshole right but you have to understand I see that fawn every morning, it’s free it’s happy; and here I am sitting in this shitty car breathing in that awful stench of day old tacos on my way to my shitty job.
i once saw a fawn next to my house on the edge of a beautiful meadow. I’ve lived near that meadow for nearly 15 years, yet i’ve never stepped foot in it. the reason why i’ve never wanted to go into the meadow was because i’ve always admired it from the outside that i was afraid that once i walked in it, i wouldn’t find it as beautiful as when i saw it from the outside. instead i just looked at it from my bedroom window. day in and day out i would see all the little animals strolling alongside and in the meadow. sometimes i would imagine what the meadow would look like from the perspective of the creatures and there was this fawn, looking straight into my eyes and i could see the beauty of the meadow in that one second. finally after this second of realization, i faced my fear and walked straight to the meadow and explored it all day. i was shocked to find that this was the most marvelous place i’ve ever seen and was a hundred times more beautiful looking from the outside, in. because of a fawn, i have found the most amazing place anyone could ever find, and it was always just outside my bedroom window.
a little baby fawn living in the forest with flowers and beautiful things mushrooms and life and growth and breath and water droplets. this fawn is a baby and is going to see everything for the first time it reminds me of bambi i hope its mother doesn’t die.
i dont think i know what this means
i thought of a forest at first for some reason although i dont think it has anything to do with that
i can’t seem to figure out what this word means
i am now thinking of bambi
i do not know why
fawn fawn fawn
what do you mean
oh gosh
how do i not know
“Honestly woman,” he said coldly, his eyes flat and ugly. He painfully swatted my hand away. “Will you just stop fawning over me for a second?”
The young fawn ran through the forest chased by the sound of gunshots. Its tracker followed eagerly, anxious to make his father proud and produce a first kill. Dinner would be exceptional tonight with the taste of pride in every bite. Little did he know there would be emotions attached to this kill.
Fawn?
Is that the same as pawn?
I’m not a big fan of pawn so I doubt I’d be a big fan of fawn.
I’ll give it a shot though, why the hell not?
Can’t answer? Fawn it is then?
This probably doesn’t make an ounce of sense…………AND THAT’S HOW I LIKE IT!
A fawn is a small animal. Either a deer or a fox. I have no idea. I just know that it’s an animal from the forest. It must be cute, of course. All forest animals are.
Okay so I’ve researched about it (IT IS A DEER). It’s like a tiny Harry Potter. Geddit? Because James Potter’s patronus/animagus is a stag…okay I’ll stop now.
once there was a baby fawn. it suckled on its mother until it was shot. it fed a human female. she then gave birth to a baby. now it suckles on the mother.
Once upon a time there was a baby deer. The baby deer grew up into a big daddy deer. Then he got shot. The hunter gutted him, cut off his head to hang on the wall above the fire place, and cooked and ate him.
a baby deer
humble
afraid
different
fragile
vulnerable
beautiful
majestic
new
shy