
I’m considered beautiful, and also shy
I can be hidden, still watch you, like a spy.
My eyes are big, my features strong
I’m still not predator, don’t go wrong!
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I am very fast, I won’t pry
But be aware, I cannot fly.
Just when I’m threatened, then I go
But far too often, it’s useless, though.
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I’m useful to nature, and still I’m prey
Wolf, bear, cougar, what should I say?
They all look at me like food
That fills the belly of all their brood.
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You can find me all over the world in different size
My life can be peaceful, but that comes with a prize.
I’m not protected like so many these days…
And that’s why I wander on different ways.
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My babies are tiny, and should you find one on your lawn
Please, don’t feed them, they are my spawn.
They’re cute, I know, but if you intrude
I’ll leave alone, and they’ll be screwed.
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I’m sure in the meantime you have an idea about me
Well hidden, beautiful, shy and I love to be free.
I would say, by now it should be clear
It’s no secret, I am called, a deer.
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(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, February 2, 2022)

What a lovely poem. And the photo is stunning!
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Thank you very much, Jan. I’m happy to hear you like it.
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Beautiful. You’ve captured the image of a deer in your words.
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Thanks a lot, Vivienne. It’s very exciting to know that people like my poems.
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I don’t want to upset any of your other readers, but I don’t ‘get’ modern ‘free verse.’ to me, poetry should have at least rhythm, if not rhyme or it’s just prose broken into lines. Often beautiful prose, but prose nonetheless.
And having written both, it’s much harder to write rhythm and rhyme, so well done you.
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dee-light-ful!
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He he he.
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