The day’s shivering cold, the grass is bone dry,
You’ll hear it crinkle under your feet as you walk by.
The crunch, crunch, crunching, tells the deers you’re near,
They sniff and sense that you’re close enough to fear.
Walking oh so quietly and as slowly as I can,
I find a place to hunker down since hiding is my plan.
Now I’m sitting in a field, as quiet as can be,
Still as a statue – hoping the deer will close on me.
I’m calm, I’m quiet, I stay right where I am,
Not a sound is made, I’m as quiet as a lamb.
A herd of deer move in but keep their senses keen,
I silently stare ahead as their day seems so routine.
They’re so close now, I hold my breath, afraid to make a sound,
Before I know it, ears are high, they plan to stand their ground.
But one turns away, he leaps so high – he knows something’s not right,
They were so close, but now they’re gone, and completely out of sight.
Excited and happy to see the deer, I could feel my beating heart,
Though I knew it would happen – still sadness crept in, as I watched the deer depart.
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