my spirit animal the deer
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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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