Janet Grace Poet Rhyme

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

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George Zamalea December 9, 2016 at 12:14 AM Oh, it's lovely set! It's just lovely taken! Thank you, and I welcome you!

CayCay Godwin November 26, 2016 at 7:20 PM LOVE this. I love a hunter, but I could not shoot a Bambi, unless hunger decreed I must. I wonder why it is so special to humans when we see a wild animal, but not to animals when they see us! This is indeed a sweet beauty and so very well written ... CayCay Janet Grace November 27, 2016 at 7:47 AM Hunting season starts today here in PA. May our resident deer whom we feed during the winter, survive. Thank you for the complimentary review.

Heidi Sands November 26, 2016 at 6:28 PM Love this one Janet! A stunning sight. I hope he lives. :) Janet Grace November 27, 2016 at 7:47 AM May he survive the hunting season which starts today.

Anne-Lise Andresen November 26, 2016 at 5:03 PM - A beautiful poem, Janet :) - Happy weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Janet Grace November 27, 2016 at 7:48 AM May he survive hunting season!

Gary Smith November 26, 2016 at 4:23 PM Lovely Janet. :) Janet Grace November 26, 2016 at 4:48 PM Thanks Gary. I know I am liking your poems and will be reading more.

Jan Allison November 26, 2016 at 3:59 PM oh how beautiful Jan your imagery is a delight to read:-) they are wonderful animals to observe from a distance - it is not an animal we have in the wild on our Island:-( hugs jan xx Jan Allison November 27, 2016 at 8:18 AM I live on an island mid way between England and Ireland, its called the isle of Man:-) hugs Jan xx Janet Grace November 26, 2016 at 4:50 PM You speak of your Island in your comments. What Islandwould that be? I will go back to your profile and see. Thanks for the very complimentary review.