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PS Jan 2017
I remember it so well,
We were talking about spirit animals.
I was expecting you to scoff, because most boys do.
But you didn't.
In fact, you loved it.

You told me all about your friends,
All obsessed with spirit animals.
I asked you what you thought yours was
And you looked me straight in the eye
And said 'A deer.'

A deer? A deer!
Oh, I can't explain how much the thought of you
Having a deer as your own spirit animal
Made my own heart soar.
I never knew how much I loved deer as a species
Until that day.

Thinking back on it, of course it's a deer.
You have such a majesty and grace about you
But such an awkward, all over the place side as well.
You move with caution, eyes unsure of what's to come
But also move so freely in your natural habitat.
Just as long as you're not caught in the headlights.

Ever since you said 'deer' to me,
My heart just soars at the thought of it.
How can a person be their spirit animal?
**And I have loved deer ever since.
Dem Eyes Doe...
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
All the animals scurry through the vast woods,
they secretly look across the field to see two legged animals.
Follow them home,
stare at the home,
oh what a beautiful home.
"But look!"
Said one deer in lonesome fascination
"The heads of our brethren hang there"
"Why not us?"
"How much less beautiful must we be?"
They scurry back.
Quickly, quickly! To tell the others.

"What a majestic meaning in life...to be a wall hanging,
I must become a creature worthy of this life"
They all said in unison.

As hunters come and go, all but the lucky ones get their wish granted,
and the rest have the minds to run fast and chauvinistically,
to show off, in hopes of being hung for the world to admire.
Without a soul, and never the free will that the forest granted.

And as one deer is shot, all young doe frantically scream...
"can't you believe it, I knew him before he was along the wall!"
and...
"He wagged his tail at me, you saw it, he really did!"
Its not all its cracked up to be.
Ma Cherie Dec 2016
I see a deer,
by a cold babbling,
partly frozen brook,
he's taking a quenching needed drink.

He looks my way,
& gives me a wise,
careful long stare,
with a curious look,
& sweetly wistful wink,

I look up to the twilight sky,
then he's just...

g
  o
    n
      e
         .
           .
          .
           .

In just a single momentary silent blink.

I stop a moment,
sigh
I stop to appreciate,
watch & thank him,
as I sit on a mossy frozen log,
to stop,
- to think,

I hear a sound,
my heart,
hitting bottom,
as I feel it just..

                   S
                      I
                        N
                           K

G...
     O...
          N...
              E... ,

A shockingly loud-

B L A S T

A single gunshot,
wound,
I'm the one bleeding,
Oh no!
and now I'm the charge of this leaking,
& all of this unholy ink.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Just thinking...saw that once
Pleade don't **** for sport we eat what we hunt - always
LexiSully Dec 2016
She woke up and looked across the frozen landscape,
Surveying the shimmering white ground,
Admiring the twinkling trees moving in the slight breeze

The others were already preparing for the adventure at hand,
Combing through their rough brown hair with their tongues,
Sharpening their strong antlers on nearby trees

She stood and ran to catch up,
Longing for a sense of freedom,
Eager to journey with her herd

She gracefully pranced over snow capped hills and through blanketed valleys,
Only to arrive on a frozen river bed,
Which her herd had already elegantly crossed

One hoof stepped onto the glistening ice,
All seemed well

She placed her second hoof so delicately onto the ice,
And she thought she flew

All at once her hooves shot in different directions,
Flailing to the left and contorting to the right,
Sending her soaring across the ice and into the snow bank on the other side

Dizzily she climbed out of the snow and looked around,
Feeling frightened and lost,
As her herd was nowhere in sight

The snow behind her crunched and she jumped,
Alarmed of what danger could be there,
Fearful of unknown threats while she was completely alone

She ran on through the silver canopy high above,
Attempting to focus on the radiant colors of the sunset,
But getting lost in daunting thoughts of being alone

All of the sudden, she heard the scraping of antlers in the distance,
And the snorting sounds of her herd filled her ears

Her heart filled with joy,
As she ran with all her might toward the noise,
Overjoyed with having found her family once more

She was welcomed back with joyful snorts from all,
Smiling to herself as she laid down,
Resting up for the next day of journeying through the winter kissed landscape.
maxime Dec 2016
Deer leap clear across the field
Elegant and graceful,
Beautiful and limber.
The beauty of the open grass,
the feeling of freedom,
outweighs the threat of danger.

The hunter stalks his prey,
hidden by the the grasses.
The very grass that lures the deer to freedom,
also leads the deer to it's death.
The hunter is filled with power,
arrogance filling the hole virtues left.

He takes his aim.
He shoots.

The once limber deer is dead.
Elioinai Nov 2016
This medicine is so hard to swallow
You show me
But my feet feel too heavy to follow
Each day
ends a bit more shallow
Give me the will to leave my wallow
and walk above in lengthened strides

The mountains call
So high and lofty peaks
do start to sing my name
so sweetly
Come walk among the clouds
and you will find the stars are not too far to reach
F White Sep 2016
I mourn for skunks.

The squashed, flattened masses
***** mashed, their stripes scattered
Matted  masks disguising unseeing eyes
Through how many fields have they run?
Once sweet babies, small noses, downlike fur
fleeing to their final place from green leafed bowers in a terrible act of asphalt bait n' switch

Let us all grieve the sacrifice which,
Unto the motor gods
Has been served.
Copyright fhw 2016
Tommy W Sep 2016
The man saw a deer
It had two ears on it’s head
He drank his beer
Suddenly it was dead
The man felt delight
There was quite a flood
The fur of the deer was white
But soaked in blood
A woman emerged from the trees
The woman walked over the hill
She got on her knees
To inspect the ****
She had finished her fun
And lay down her gun
Just a fun little poem to read. Hope you guys liked it.
I tried making a Sonnet, not sure if I did it correctly, but I think I did.
Posted 9/22/2016
Racquel Tio Jul 2016
I am at the age
I've always craved
and like a dog
chasing a deer
I don't know what to do
now that I'm here.
Lark Train Jun 2016
You smile like a wolf about to ****.
Your cruel, sharpened fangs barred in spite.
Your voice was gold, your white cuspids alight.
You smile at your prey; we deer stand still.

I know the smile shall end where it will.
I know it never reaches to your eyes
And I know, like one bitten once or twice,
That the wolf closes its eyes to ****.

The wolf leans in too close, panic sets in
Stumbling through apologetic speech in
An effort to get somewhere else, again...

The deer springs into action, can't win
For wolves hunt in packs, the wingman swoops in
Now trapped by foes unbeatable, I'm slain.
This is a Petrarchan sonnet about wolves and deer.
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