The Shot of the Day
Look at the picture in the frame I am holding
I have caught a memory, and it is now unfolding
Walking through the wood my camera in my hand
I look around this very green and pleasant land.
A camera over my shoulder, a flask with something hot
I have them the wrong way round I nearly miss my shot.
In the distance a baby deer is hiding behind a fallen log
I am on my guard I dare not move, but I really want to jog
The mist rolls by, I see his ears they move barely a whisper
I crouch down low camera to eye, a cloth to wipe the mist off
A red toadstool is by the log I cannot believe my luck
It’s like a fairytale picture that you could see in a story book
I focus very cautiously and zoom in on my prey
The mist clears the deer’s head pops up and I have the picture of the day.
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