White Stag

Roaming eyes and heavy brows The lowly hunter lies in wait Palms are sweaty as temperature rises Big red stag he anticipates Lying and waiting, just anticipating 'Big Game' is the goal My, my, such a foreigner to spirit and soul Deciduous trees over beautiful terrain The peace and calm of a Georgia December Still lying and waiting, just anticipating For a prize, a game, a win Uh oh! Shhhhh, wait! The sweet rustling and crinkling of leaves and brush A glorious movement at a distance 'Big Red' the hunter is anticipating But 'Big White' is coming through the pines Now, hands grow cold as the temperature drops Eyes become sullen and the trigger finger stops The rifle is laid to rest The white stag emerges and ceases the hunter's quest