Deer Oh Deer

Watch the fawn
With surprise,
He was born
With no eyes.
See him jumping
When you sneeze,
Look, he’s bumping
Into trees.
Cannot see
Where to run.
Mind that tree!
Mind that gun!
Wandering blindly
Just behind
A very kindly
Mother hind.
Tripping over
Tree trunk roots,
Sniffing clover,
Eating shoots.
It’s a shame,
Do not jeer.
What’s his name?
No Eye Deer.