While biking yesterday, I spotted a doe in the neighbor’s yard. On my way back past the house, I noticed some movement in the woods next to the yard. More deer were hidden in the woods, which inspired the following poem:
Deer in the Woods
Deer in the woods, standing so still
Watching the sun put a warmth to the chill
In the afternoon air,
Rising through the clouds with care
Sent from heaven’s skies
Way up high
To the ground below
Without a sound in the shadows.
Deer in the woods on a winter day,
Grazing near the trees as the sun plays
With the clouds in the sky
Allowing the deer to romp about in the light
Camouflaged by their coats’ hues
So they can hide when they need to.
Deer in the woods, watching the landscape
Nibbling on nature’s goods left over from autumn’s wake,
Below the clouds floating by
In the river flowing from day to night.
-Lisa A. Wisniewski