CLOVEN HOOVES…

Could be I had a deer in my yard last night,

His prints showing oh so clearly in the snow,

Can’t think of anything else that might have crossed,

Short of the Jersey Devil as he supposedly has hooves…

I am living in the woods for the most part,

Not far from the haunts of the devil,

And of course deer are seen all along the road nearby,

Maybe they are what has driven Rufuz to bark so loudly,

In the night while I sleep.

Next time will have to look outside, when barking he is doing,

Will also have to keep my camera handy,

As it could make for a pretty dandy,

Little poem, a deer in my yard, or something similar.

Living at the shore all my life, with a short stint in the city,

I know nothing of prints in the snow,

Nor have I ever seen a deer so near as in my yard,

So this could be for me a treat, of momentous proportions,

So keep my site in your sight,

As someday soon, you may get to see,

A poem about a deer in his territory,

Or a wayward Jersey Devil,

Trying to find his way back home,

Now wouldn’t either of those scenarios be great?

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