Deerly Loved

Seems nearly every single dawn, A spotted fawn scamps on my lawn. And hiking everywhere I go, I’m sure to see at least one doe. Just yesterday, while in my truck, What luck! I saw an 8-point buck. My Missy girl and I feel blessed To have a place where, undistressed, They can feel free to come on out And know it’s safe to roam about. When hunting season comes, they’ll fade Into the thickets ‘round the glade, But till that day, we’ll watch with awe And write about the things we saw. I’m blessed to have these creatures near; He who knows sparrows made these deer.