Here is a revised version for your consideration:
A fawn to a deer
Last summer
she was a helpless lonely fawn,
hiding in the sunlight-dappled bushes,
with white spots covering her body
for camouflage.
Time flies. One and a half years later,
Winter is here.
She becomes a brave deer,
dancing with her slender legs
to the tune of Jingle Bells in the background.
All the white spots on her back
are flying off as snowflakes in the joyful air.