deer darting
across street into the woods
disappearing
amidst the Summer green
disappearing
after leaving Dad’s house
disappearing
like Mom from our lives
deer darting
into the woods; following
a ghost
hello Hemaidy
what is going on there sir?
nothing much my dear
the deer is my spirit animal
she knows this and comes to me often
unfortunately, sometimes I am in a car
I am sad to report I have hit and killed four deer
while walking in the woods I heard footsteps in the leaves next to me
it was a beautiful thin doe; she was matching my steps, walking alongside
feeling a kinship to me, understanding we have a connection
I have seen more fawns walk out into a road than most
intuitively, I know I was either a deer in another lifetime or I will be
I am a professional listener, guided by my spirit animal.
a soft, kind spirit.
Night stampedes wind-horses.
I edgily negotiate the sharp corners
of swerving shadows.
The hind hoof of a doe
slaps the reflection of my startled face,
the Chevy twitches, plows on -
headlights rake the earth.
From a rear-view mirror
I see myself prone on the asphalt,
terrified limbs still stamping
over a shell-shocked mind.
The deer chased its bones,
disappearing into the sight unseen.
Night dropped its iron curtain.
Later,
I sleep dead-eyed
behind a spinning wheel.
Trees of powder,
Delicate and firm.
They conceal my feathers of frost.
I perch myself by all that glitters
All that warms, and all that flickers.
I perch myself by candlelight
Snug in my nest of yarn.
My dearest deer is lost today.
The other starlings fly away.
Drifting off, a state of slumber
Filling me with fear, but wonder.
My nest of yarn, it cradles me
Despondent, I've become.
My woollen retreat, it comforts me
But chilled air bites my bones.
Beyond me waltzing are deer and starlings.
The others, romancing, like dears and darlings.
These shards of ice are carving, carving
And I know I should be out there, dancing, bombarding.
Glaciers, ponds, shining, sparkling
So stunning, so sinister for one who's so wanting
But no. Instead, in my head, I've been trying
To rid my thoughts of these paths I'm embarking.
I wished to be there, filled by warmth and by sympathy,
And in return, I was gifted immunity.
So instead, I laid here. I filled up with wonder
Drifting, and lulling a state of slumber,
Despondent and desperate, melting candlelight;
Found dead when my deer galloped into my sight.
We all want to grow
But growth brings you fear
For what does a doe
Know better than a deer
They might be able to play
And run around all day
But the deer know fear
And they feel when death draws near
And so does’ watch out
For innocence should be treasured
The seed of knowledge will sprout
then your days will be measured
Because who could know
the fear of a deer
When all they’ve ever been
Is a doe
Whispers of an enchanted deer wafted through the oaks and the lilies
The exquisite forest came alive with new fantastical creatures
Roses are always doubters, so they disagreed with their thorns
But most of the flowers were open to the rumor, eager to see the deer
A gentle breeze preceded the deer into the thicket of florals
The deer was lovely, with scrolls, and beautiful nearly pastel colors
I love her, the daisies said/
A testament to the truth; daisies love everything.
The deer looked around approvingly, she enjoyed new places.
This forest was exquisitely beautiful; she could be happy here.
A brown stag with fourteen points looked her over pronouncing her queen.
She shyly told him she expected to earn her place like the other creatures.
The weeds were thrilled; a deer with integrity; this was a welcome relief.
“The deer is a reminder that
patience and persistence are key to success.”
_by Unknown
It's so wonderful this time of year
watching Deer coming close without fear!
Now with wintertime done
the ground warmed by the sun,
they hang out on our lawn - love those Deer!
The hunter laughed, his rifle bright,
his boots like thunder in the night--
but deep within the twisted trees,
something stirred among the leaves.
Not a whisper, not a sound,
just breath like smoke along the ground.
A shadow moved--too fast, too wrong,
its eyes like embers burning strong.
"You took her life, now you will see--"
"the price of blood belongs to me."
The hunter turned, his hands went slack,
as antlers rose--tall, sharp, black.
Not bone, not wood, but something old,
a hunger carved in silent gold.
The forest wept, the branches swayed,
as Bambi stalked his helpless prey--
no longer soft, no longer mild,
but wrath reborn in Nature’s child.
A scream, a shot--too late, too late--
the hunter met his mother’s fate.
And when the dawn bled through the trees,
his skull lay tangled in the leaves.
Bambi watched with hollowed grace,
the morning light upon his face.
"No more hunters. No more pain."
"This is my forest. I remain."
grace and gentleness
deep connection to nature
my deer spirit guide
her tranquility
navigates life’s challenges
cultivates my peace
When I bring home a deer...
to live in our living room, my roommate
won't hear of it. Fear of what? I will ask.
He has no horns. He eats only oats, but
not yours only; I bought him some food.
He's not even hairy. I'm not even sorry
I brought him home. He'll sleep with me
on the floor of the washroom. I'll wash
him down with a hose and a broom.
I suppose you think there's no room
for a deer without antlers (as dear
as he is). What do you want? I should
bring home a goat?
The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday
In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay
The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer
This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here
Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not she.
With confidence, she began to nurse, feeling happy to be Twitchy’s baby.
If I were a deer, I would want to be this one for sure.
The people who raise her herd have hearts that are pure.
A hoarse cough in the thicket
Frightening me. I did not realize
It is the trait of my power animal.
Now I do, so it will be as scary next time.
I saw the beast’s white tail as she leapt the fence.
cough from thicket
white tail deer leaps the fence
power animal
woods have a hoarse cough
the flicker of deer tail
lost above brambles
The dark woods felt threatening tonight
Renee had no idea why but she felt fearful
The farther she walked, the scarier things got
The shadows seemed to have eyes; she felt watched.
She turned, thinking maybe she should head back to the house.
But it felt even creepier and more ominous in that direction.
If she survived the night, she resolved to never walk alone at night again.
A hoarse cough from the brush terrified her, she watched flick of a tail.
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