Beautiful Buck
Beautiful Buck
Eyes soft brown
With lashes black
Hanging down
Long whiskers
Twitch on his chin
Tapered muzzle nose
Snorts at the wind
Ears twitching below
An eight point rack
His switching tail
Jerks fro and back
A taste of Nature's elegance
I stare at him and he at me
Then he spins one hundred
And eighty degrees to flee
White tail flag waving
To his strides rhythm
Back into the woods
Last I'll see of him
Beautiful Buck
Thanks for the thrill
I came to watch
Not to kill
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2016
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