In the woods detects a foe,
She will leave her newborn fawn.
All abandoned, all alone.
A newborn fawn has no scent,
And this helps to circumvent
Its being spotted and fall prey
A doe's scent is a giveaway!
For a mother, it is hard
From her child to stay apart.
This is Nature's adaptation,
Refined through many generations,
And it succeeds: the doe nearby hovers
And her offspring soon recovers!
How does the fawn know to curl its hooves,
And not make the slightest move,
And on its camouflage rely,
Its predator its prey deny?
It's Nature's rule: to keep alive,
Only the fittest can survive!