A gracile deer steps softly
through the deep white winter
snow,
waiting for the warm sun to
return.
standing in a field
covered in deer urine
hunting unexpected
they were in the wilderness hunting deer with a stick
I know this sounds like a corny joke, but it is no shtick
the hound led his master through brambles thick
while the deer laughed their antlers off, hard and quick
deer by the roadside
minding their own business
then i come along
I see the eye of an albino deer,
facing east, as I face north
It is almost silent
The sky is an empty granite gray
His eyes match
the mimosa flowers
that feather down in a fluffy rain
around us, unevenly
He looks at my hazel eyes,
probably not seeing the color
I hope he considers me
as I consider him
It is 5:15 on the road.
We are sandwiched in by woods
in the fatigued heat
of a drawn-out Sunday in June
when even the cardinals are tired of singing
The buttercups
are a dusty shade of mustard,
too dry to stand up straight
The male albino drops his head,
after figuring me out,
nibbles the hot grass
and flicks his ears
His tail swishes away a fly
A hungry mosquito
mocks this moment
and won’t leave my ears alone
The oaks and pines stop swaying
as if holding their breath
There is heavy honeysuckle
in the air, and smoke
Someone must be burning leaves
I am close enough to see
the velvet blush of his antlers
He is a four pointer
I count the seconds
and try to find meaning
in this
A red-shouldered hawk
announces itself
and the porcelain king
scampers off
into the thicket
dogs in rear seat
looking out windows for deer
waiting for a response
barking wildly
deer freeze like statues
waiting for silence
Deep frozen snow, temps in the teens-
it breaks our hearts to see them try
and gather food by any means;
to stay alive neath winter's sky.
The deer out there seem so forlorn.
So many trails, no green in sight.
Sometimes an evergreen, not worn,
will help to soothe their appetite.
Neath bird feeders, their heads to ground,
they munch on fallen crumbs or seeds.
So happy for those treasures found
as snowstorms fail to meet their needs.
We've come to spread bread on the snow.
At our bay window, neath moonlight,
they look at us, as if they know-
we spared their hunger that cold night.
hidden from sight
walking on frozen water
hoof prints left in snow
the deer is my power animal
I have seen more fawns and does than most
they come out of the woods when I am driving
to greet me?
I believe so
I love the beauty of the deer
her dark black all-knowing eyes
the spots on a fawn feel innocent and freshly-painted
I rarely see a buck, when I do, he is a young one
I always feel sorry for him in November
hunting season
the dogs were barking as if mass murderers were lurking in our bushes
It was dusk, difficult to see, but then, I spotted a fluffy white tail
A mama deer followed by two fawns; the dogs went wild
I was glad the dogs were confined to their dog porch with wire sides
They cannot get through it, so my power animals were safe
Chivalry and bravery in valiant display
A pygmy and rhino atilt in the fray
Held dear in defense armored rules own the day
With a deer past the fence one wants to play
Now norm'ly the two would get on just fine
But honor and status are now on the line
It isn't a matter of standing up tall
It's how one reacts with their back at the wall
Horn to horn is a matter that seldom ends well
But sadder is he who won't answer the bell
The valiant won't taste the bitter end twice
Better be buried than counted just nice
All's well that ends well we know it from old
While fortune may favor the brave and the bold
It's always much better when Titans are playing
Just make sure they're not past a welcome you're staying
scitter scatter I hear the squirrels before I see them
their tails are fluffy and prominent, they chase each other
run straight up a tree, the leaves sound crunchy
a deer bounds into a thicket, I see the white tail
my eyes delight in the oranges, reds and yellows of the leaves
I heard a sigh, a shudder and a cough
glimpsed a white tail as she took off
it was a startled deer, very young
she jumped those brambles in a leap of one
intuitive deer
she brings us new beginnings
connect to nature
spiritual being
encourages our new path
power animal
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
And dear Santa Claus
and Rudolph too
Searching for them
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Oh the strain on holiday knees and red nose
As they searched through chilly woods
And the old man’s sleigh is balancing on roof
With gifts of gold and coal
“Good to be running free
Get Santa off his ride
Hilarious to break Rudolph’s pride
Don’t rest Blitzen!
Rest, Blitzen…
Rest”
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
And dear Santa Claus
and Rudolph too
Searching for them
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
“When I catch those reindeer
They’ll get kick in the rear!
Those dirty paws will get no applause.
Stop there, Blitzen!
Stop, Blitzen!
Stop!”
The old man wants his milk and cookies pronto
The chimneys are growing cold
And look, children not dreaming, and waking up
With nothing fun at all
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
And dear Santa Claus
and Rudolph too
Searching for them
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
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