Distorted Deer Trusts Heather
Where is this creature, this distorted deer?
Heather knew, but she pretended to not be clear.
The deer was shy, and wanted to keep away from others.
He would be skittish around her belligerent brothers.
Not sure she lied, hoping they would go away.
They finally did, and she was glad none did stay.
For the deer trusted almost no humans, they were not pure.
Heather felt honored and beloved, that he trusted her.
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