My little deer Is that you peeking between the trees peering at the stag but your heart's still not at ease ... time ago a short time a stray cupid's arrow shot the night air splitting your spirit in two frightened you took off from the foreboding hiding in a lea there was sun and cloudless skies but not really as your insides raged in a storm in a hourglass with sand pebbles fighting to heal for the best now as you peer between the trees of salvation do you hear birds singing near a brook ... songs sung so beautiful in concerto with the chipmunks, *****, crickets then, as you take that step forward so lion hearted peering between those branches of redemption my little deer are there rays of sunshine peeking back
LR-4/23/17
This poem I write with passion, mainly because the deer personifies all the women in my life that walked away.