Survival
Standing erect among the frozen trees
Above the frost kissed brush below
With soft brown fur, antlers held high
A lone deer stands, puts on a proud show.
As if to say, this is my place for now
I was not put here to hang on your wall
I was put here to create more like me
So they can find their space and stand tall.
The evolution of life will define my path
As long as you stay out of the way
Nature will decide when I must leave
Make room for the others on this day…
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