Two Worlds

Young Fawns

Up towards Yankton, South Dakota, in a dence thicket sometime in May, a young buck was born. He had a red brown coat, slightly wet from his mother's womb, and tiny speckles the size of dimes. Although River, his mother, referred to them as fallen stars.
He lay, leaning against his mother's side, staring out at the undergrowth before him. His eyes were glazed and blank. He could see, but could not process or think about what he was seeing. So, truthfully he could not see.
He only felt the sweet, loving kisses of his mother as she groomed his from head to hoof.
The mother was tired and faint herself, but she continued to stroke, kiss and groom her baby. Repeatedly telling him it was alright without using words.
High up in the Crabapple tree, sheltering the doe and her fawn, a squirrel paused from eating the tasty fruit and peered down at them. "Congratulations River! Your fawn looks beautiful." He squeaked before scampering off to a higher branch.
Although this surprised her, River continued to groom and sniff her fawn. Her Mind, however, was elsewhere. How could he have known her name? She wasn't ambitious at all! In fact she did her best to hide and stay clear of any attention. Most of the deer in the woods didn't even know her. There weren't many deer at all though.
Perhaps that was it. River ceased licking her fawn, and he stirred a little after feeling her touch vanish. She tried to count the deer she knew in her head, but couldn't go any higher then seven. In conclusion, the forest had a low supply of deer. No wonder the squirrel knew her name, he probably hadn't seen many deer in his young life.
She heard her baby whimper, and in a flash her mind returned to what was important. River cuddled her fawn closer and allowed him to search for milk, and nurse. The sucking noise he made calmed River's mind, allowing her to focus on something of untwist importance: a name for her young buck.
Most animals chose names from the life around them, reflecting off of woodland resources or objects. Such as Acorn or, Blue Jay. But River always believed her fawns were unique and deserved special names.
After listening to the morning doves coo, and the wind shake the treetops, she settled on the name Ky, rhyming with Sky. "Ky" she whispered in his ear, making him giddy and excited.
The sun above cascaded down through maple and oak leaves, giving the forest floor a warm, green glow. Sparrow's swooped, Blue Jay's sang, the crickets played a quiet orchestra, mice rustled in the underbrush in search of dropped seeds, squirrels' claws scampered up bark after one another, brooks bubbled, frogs croaked, owls snored, and the gentle breeze blew against thin tree branches making them sway to its rhythm.
But above all River could hear and feel her fawn's sweet heartbeat against her own. The two sounds echoed off each other, then slowed down and throbbed in unison and harmony. Ky was curled up and sleeping now, full with his mother's milk, he was content and calm. And that made River happy.

*Author's note*
Hey everyone! Thank you for reading my story, I really appreciate it!
-1. Okay, the cover I did draw, but the other pictures I do not own. It is from the movie Bambi and belongs to Disney alone. I'm simply using it for harmless pictures to look at.
-2. I'm kind of new to Wattpad, so if you have any tips or suggestions, I'm all ears. I really want to hear writer's options (like yours!) about my writing. It's sort of a silly dream, but I've always wanted to publish children's stories and short novels when I grow up. Don't be shy, I'm up for bad or good comments!
-3. I'll try not to make too many of these Author's notes. I know it must be frustrating to be interrupted from reading, and listen to some ditzy girl speak.
-4. Bambi was an inspiration for this. I always fantasized about animal's lives and how they acted towards life. My grandparents live up in South Dakota, and I loved sitting by the window watching deer wander into their front yard. (I'll never stop being and feeling like a child!😄)
-5. I'm not the best speller, if it weren't for spell check you'd think this was written in another language. If you see any miss spelled words, tell me!

Welp, that's about it. So sit back, relax, and read on! There's more to come!