
Behold, for she is the White Tailed Deer
Of the most wondrous of creatures hunted here.
Of beauty, and love for her offspring.
And hidden somewhere among the trees, hides the king.
Young one leaps and her little spots glisten.
Her mother, always there; for she must listen.
Listen for the man with gun
and at any given second, leap and run.
Mother dreams of her family to never live in fear
to live within a world of pure White Tailed Deer