on lucky days a fawn
or calf
lags long-leggedly
behind its mom
its camouflaging spots
a poultice for eyes
jaded by overkill
they live on the edge
'twixt wood and human
in order to feed
on flowers, leaves, seeds,
nuts, shrooms, twigs,
crops - name it -
and to feel the rush
comes with mooning
rifle toters before going
back to being
one with the quilt
of light and shade
trees conspire
to piece
they come in the night
almost be said to tiptoe
invisible, even in moonlight,
I am left to yearn
to be an owl
or a nightingale
watching
silver-outlined reconnoiterers
plot their strategy,
come dawn.
I'm from the south where deer hunting is a love of men. I for one am not a hunter. I think the deer know this, for every morning and evening we have deer in the front yard. May God bless you every day of your life.
Pea, they send a message of primitive elegance and beauty to me each time I am privileged to spy one at woods edge or dashing across a country lane. I know the farmers have objections to their feeding habits, and I am sure rightly so. But they are fleet footed stately denizens of the woodlands that capture my fancy also. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
I agree with Deborah that these are nature's most beautiful creatures. They come right up to you not asing for a thing but we give them something anyway. Thank you Pea for sharing this.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and thos whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, nd by your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2011
One of nature's most beautiful creatures
which you captured well in this poem.
Always,
Deborah
The hush! of wonder on your words ... I am undone by the beauty in these lines ... afraid to move too suddenly, as to frighten off the mood ... well done, Pea.
Deer, with their tails shooing flies away are a sight to behold that I too can't get enough of. They are also nature's pruners, clearing out the lower branches of trees and opening up the forest. Unfortunately, they can over breed (their predators, wolves and bears are not present) and become stunted, inbred, and suffer from other problems like disease.
Taking only the alpha males is not very good idea when nature plucks only the weak and strengthens the species.
I like em' too. We're on their beaten path across our driveway and back yard at our Mizzou retreat. They stop by each morning and evening. Once in a while we get the evil eye for intruding in their space. But we all get over it. Patrick
The deer...another of God's awesome creatures...for us to enjoy! The other day, while out on a bike ride, I saw a mother and her fawn bounding in the brush, she ahead then waiting patiently for her young to catch up. I had to stop to admire their grace and sense of freedom. Perhaps she was teaching him a thing or two.
Beautiful write, Phyllis!
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wild blueberry bushes, watching this graceful dance...
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May the Lord Jesus bless you, and thos whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, nd by your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
which you captured well in this poem.
Always,
Deborah
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Taking only the alpha males is not very good idea when nature plucks only the weak and strengthens the species.
Lovely poem.
Ron
complete.
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Beautiful write, Phyllis!
Hugs,
Lena
Peace
Tony