Best White Tail Poems
Frozen in his tracks, a white tail deer
hesitates to crack the gilded grass
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11/21/14
Categories:
white tail, animal, nature, snow, winter,
Form:
Crystalline
I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense danger.
There is a lack of sameness however.
I look at my brother and shake my head as he
Starts for the water. He hesitates, his ears come up.
He is listening. I realize for the first time how many points he has.
I had another brother with points like that. Proud, until he was not.
He paws at the ground and gives a rough cough.
I give him a sharp glance. He looks down, shyly.
Not as proud, and I feel ashamed of myself.
He is my little brother. Do I dare let him go first?
The last time I did that, I lost a brother.
With a cough, I let him know I will go first.
Something is wrong; not danger, but something.
Man? I am not sure. If man, a young one.
I step out and take a cool drink. Put my head up.
Sh! Did you hear that?
A loud noise crashes through the meadow.
A searing pain goes through me.
The last thing I see before my eyes close
Is my brother's white tail as he hops over the fence
Back toward the safety of the trees. He does not look back.
I smile, knowing I saved at least one of my brothers.
Categories:
white tail, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Personification
I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone.
I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp,
or the angriest of bull-ant;
perhaps a hornet or a bee,
and that Queensland stinging plant.
I could be in the scrub casting out a fishing line,
or relaxed while I stand beside a tree
without a thought, but ignorant to a home that isn’t mine,
and its residents who start attacking me.
I’m talking ‘bout assertive spiders;
that little blighter jumping jack.
Damn mosquitoes and march flies,
and scorpions sometimes attack.
It may be every few years, but there does come a time,
when backyards need a bit of cleaning out,
so there will be disturbance that is not a pantomime,
and lackadaisical is not what it’s about.
I’m talking ‘bout stinging nettle,
or prickly pear annoying hairs.
The European Wasp and chiggers,
and white-tail spider toxin scares.
When fishing in an estuary; the beach or in a bay,
you never know what bounty it can bring.
You’ll always have a fighting fish trying to get away,
and some of them can give a nasty sting.
I’m talking ‘bout butterfly gurnard;
the torture of a sand flathead spike.
Feeling of pain after sunset,
and a victim when biting midges strike.
Some might be quite obtrusive - and some a fine-looking thing,
but they all come with a warning - I’m talking ‘bout the sting.
Categories:
white tail, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A brilliant harvest moon hangs beneath the ebon Colorado sky.
Scudding clouds dare not darken its lustrous glow - tho' they often try!
Silhouetted against the moon are geese winging to warmer destinations,
Mysteriously guided by That Master Compass in perfect V formations!
The moon spreads a coat of silver on lakes and rushing streams below.
Yonder, majestic Pikes Peak gleams with a crown of freshly fallen snow!
White tail deer peer shyly from the shadows of golden aspen groves.
Magnificent elk graze in yon valley 'neath the harvest moon in droves!
Lovers, young and old are spellbound by the harvest moonlight's trance.
Mr. Moon has a special knack for setting the tone for love and romance!
They hold hands strolling along moonlit trails to reminisce and dream,
Their glowing faces brightened by the harvest moon's mellow beam!
Families bundle up against the chill to enjoy hay rides and wiener roasts,
And toast marshmallows over roaring fires, telling tales of scary ghosts!
Wizened "hooty" owls emit their throaty moans adding to the eerie scene!
The moon beams benignly o'er Colorful Colorado giving to all a sheen!
When autumn winds begin to blow and trees stand bare and so austere,
We welcome the warming glow of the harvest moon in our hemisphere!
Alas, tho' the harvest moon graces our skies only in the autumn of the year,
The Creator will delight us again come next October - that you need not fear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
white tail, autumn, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
hillside is ablaze
with glorious golden gorse
spring is here at last
lambs gambol in fields
meadow lush with verdant grass
rook collects dry twigs
a flash of white tail
baby bunny goes to ground
hawk flies overhead
Written when my homeland went into lockdown for the first time in March 2020 it was glorious sunshine so we walked about 8km and these were my observations
submitted on 18th April 2021 to Spring Haiku Chain Poetry Contest
All haiku 5,7,5 checked with how many syllables
Sponsored by M L Kiser
03/26/20
Categories:
white tail, animal, bird, nature, spring,
Form:
Haiku
The songbirds are plentiful where I live in the middle of oaks
I had four birdfeeders, but white tail deer slammed into them
Until they broke into bits, for they were plastic and did not survive
As they were being deer-bashed against the trunk of these oaks.
To discourage the deer, I bought new metal bird feeders.
It brings in up to eight cardinals, and a blue jay daily.
Wrens, robins, sparrows, and wood peckers arrive before nine.
Rat-a-tat sound on my oak bark; I enjoy watching their heads bob.
My forest is full of tweets, peeps, whistles, coos, and caws
There is a huge the influx of crows, which I also welcome
Playful squirrels are fun to watch, but their fingers are too deft
Daily they unscrew the tops of my bird feeders, laughing at me.
Allowing all of the bird feed to land on the ground, in a clump.
Bottoms of feeders roll into driveway, so I have to drive around them.
A plethora of activity, a menagerie of lively animals including rabbits.
Sassy squirrels chastise me when I come out; thinking it is their yard.
Categories:
white tail, animal, bird,
Form:
Free verse
piper’s heart is full of joy
he scampers the water with joy
the brook gurgles a woodland greeting
balmy light wind twinkles leaves
they frolic in a lively happy way
the day is light, the minnows are dashing
piper scoops up some cool water and takes a drink
his hands are cold now, but worth it
there is a cough. He knows what it means.
He searches, but the woods are a great concealer.
He smiles as he glimpses the tiny white tail
of the deer as she bounds over a thicket
Categories:
white tail, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I see you up there flying in the sky of majestic winged one,
your wing span is so wide, you dip your wings now and then
just to see what the wind is doing, Your head lifts up to see,
as your steely eyes look from side to side.
You cannot afford to get it wrong,
or you could fly off course and hit the ground.
You calculate so carefully, but not on paper, like us, not you,
Your head is what you use to think through all the things you have to do.
Your feathers had all been fluffed about,
when you were caught in a nasty gale.
You had thrashed about and it made you shout
as it grabbed your pure white tail.
Now you are soaring up to the sky,
where you're dwarfed by the mighty blue whale.
The people on the ground don't know,
how much stress a seagull goes through.
When you are pushed around by a wind so fierce,
you have to hang on with all your might.
Just to keep yourself from falling from the sky,
during such a hairy scaring flight.
I watch you dive into the sea ,
to catch the fish that want for tea.
You dive in and grab it with your beak,
then wait patiently, for the next to pick.
With a grace and style so neat,
you dive in and claim your delicate feast.
You have to do this very quick,
because a big wave could make you sink.
Your fisherman friend Joe is due,
you know his boat, its painted bright blue.
You watch for his mast as it nears the point,
and as he enters the bay, get into position to wait,
for him to cut up the catch of the day.
Sometimes I wish I could fly away too,
across the oceans you soar over so blue,
I would fly to a place that was away
from the hustle and bustle back home.
I would chase all the other birds there in the sky,
that are also all alone.
You must see many things on your flights,
when you fly over land, sea and shore.
I love to see you soar through the sky,
Until I can' t see you up there anymore.
Categories:
white tail, animals, life, nature, sea,
Form:
Lyric
HERE COME THE DEER.
i sit in my stand so patient and verry still.
when the wind blows it hits my body and gives me a chill.
i hear the leafs russel and the falling twigs snap.
i look and i wait for them to fall right into my trap.
i cant help but think how great this feels
i just cant explain it to anyone other than its unreal.
the sound grows closer but nothing in sight.
i look out my scope but with no sun there is no light.
i wait even longer now and thats just fine.
i am waiting for that big buck , the wone with the two drop tines.
here comes this huge white tail so i take a deap breath of air.
i staead my aim for this might be my only chance this year.
i ask god to help steady my aim.
if i miss this one only myself can i blame.
i draw the sight close to my my eye.
for if this deer isnt shot all will say i tell a lie.
i pull the triger and hope for the best.
how im so happy now i have a deer hunting story to tell all the rest.
Categories:
white tail, adventure, animals, passion, visionary,
Form:
Monorhyme
Here’s a little story bout Cajun santa
He lives in the swamp in Louisiana
You can be naughty or you can be nice
Cajun Santa will never think twice
He’s not like the santa from the cold North Pole
You will never get a stocking with a lump of coal
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells ha yee ha yeee and of they go
Makin homemade toys with Mrs. Clause
Wearin nuttin but a smile and his Christmas draws.
No fancy red suit for Cajun clause
He will bring dem toys in his over alls
He will load dem toys on his ol pero
No flyin reindeer just a white tail doe
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells out ha yee ha yeee and of they go
Now Cajun santa doesn’t have any elves
So you can save da milk and cookies all for yourselves
But you can make him happy before he’s got ta go
Just serve em up a bowl of hot Gumbo
He wont get in a hurry and he.s kinda slow
Member he’s a bringin dem toys with a white tail doe
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells out ha yee ha yeee and of they go
If Cajun santa wants to be seen
You can find him on bourbon in New Orleans
Throwin mardi gras beads from his ol pero
Bein pulled by a gator or his white tail doe
Now its summer time for Santa and if he gets his Christmas wish
At least once a day he will eat Crawfish
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He screams into the night go Saints go
Categories:
white tail, christmas, family, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Rhyme
Down in Sonoma, down on my luck
Needing a horse, down to my last buck
Man said 'That Pallo he's the devil to ride
You can have him for the shotgun by your side'.
'Throw in the saddle,' I said, 'You got a deal'
I was raised a rebel, I know how he feels
The horse studied me, I understood him,
We knew things could never be the same.
I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains
I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained.
I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes
White tail, white flowing mane, you will never see his like again.
The years rolled by for Pallo and me
Worked open ranges but loved breaking free
Mount Baker gold rush at the Lone Jack mine
We were cold and hungry and close to dying.
Then among the stones glory to behold
Good God Almighty, I panned me some gold
Sold my stake to some desperate men
Then rode with my money like the wind.
I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains
I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained.
I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes
White tail white flowing mane, you will never see his like again.
Then came the deathly whistling sound
A sniper's bullets dropped us to the ground
Laid there with his head across my knee
I swear that he was smiling back at me.
All those good times running through his mind
I knew he'd be willing, he knew I'd be kind
Four more bullets and our lives were gone
We rose again under a different sun
I ride him across the plains, I ride him through snows and rains
I ride him like a bullet train and he never never once complains.
I ride him through rough terrains, I ride him down ragged lanes
Grey ghosts on some spectral plane, as I ride my sacred horse again.
SEE/HEAR ME SING THIS ON YOUTUBE. LOUIS SPENCE & GRAHAM BROTTON PALAMINO. Thank you.
Categories:
white tail, beauty,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Dog looks
chocolate is gone
brown fingerprints on white tail
Categories:
white tail, children, chocolate, dog,
Form:
Senryu
SONNET IN THE WIND
(The Archer)
Hark! What wind doth blow in yonder forest
Stirring the spirit of a long dead archer
In his endless search for the unwary doe
He stealthily lifts his bow – aiming hurriedly
His shot misses – his prey flees – frightened
Alas! He trudges onward – eyes peering intently
A huge buck with antlers like a tree
Suddenly looms on the horizon
He sniffs – testing the wind for signs
Is danger lurking near
The twang of the bowstring alerts his keen senses
He pivots swiftly – his white tail flashing
He bounds away – snorting contemptuously
The archer – stirred by the wind – is seeking still
Categories:
white tail, wind,
Form:
Sonnet
A miniature Australian Shepherd
Is the best companion for me
As we sit together on the couch
Watching afternoon TV
She does not sit for long
This hyper ball of fur
When Mom walks in the door
She jumps all over her
The attack of the Aussie Shepherd
Is a daily event around here
Yapping, jumping and bouncing
She moves like a white tail deer
Her big brown eyes
And fluffy chocolate fur
Make me want to hug and kiss her
That is for sure!
Chewing on my textbooks
Chasing the family cat
What do you do
With a dog like that?
A drink and a treat
Will calm her down soon
We throw a biscuit in the kennel
Watching her star in her own cartoon
A blanket placed over the top
Will find its way in by morning
But we will have peace for now
As soon as she starts snoring
Good night my little friend
Sleep well and pleasant dreams
Tomorrow we will play again
When the sun through the window gleams
Categories:
white tail, animal, dog, family, children,
Form:
Free verse
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
delights the eye and heart and mind with sights which make us sigh,
blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.
The forest's filled by morning light in amber and citrine
reveals the white tail doe who leaps, as blackbirds sound the cry.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between.
Upon the mossy shore of playful brook the frogs careen
leaping past the level pads of water lilies pink near bye.
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.
And men exist to fill a niche from onyx to casein
our skins transformed by natures heat under foreign skies.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.
Categories:
white tail, life, nature, world, light,
Form:
Villanelle