When I was a little girl, my aunt, who lived with my grandparents,
had a room filled with a glass menagerie,
and sometimes my sister and I were allowed to go into her room and sit
on the foot of the bed and look around at all her pretty things, but we were told,
Don't touch anything!" I thought the prettiest one was this small glass deer.
My aunt isn't with us anymore, but the deer is now mine, and I keep it
in a little glass box, and it's one of my treasures.