SLOWLY I GRAZE ALONG THE CREEK,
EATING THE JUICY, SUCCULENT GREENERY.
MY EARS I KEEP TURNING ABOUT,
LISTENING TO THE QUIET SERENITY.
IT’S A BEAUTIFUL WORLD I LIVE IN,
SURROUNDED BY HIGH MOUNTAINS AND TREES.
MY HOME IS THE FOREST AND BLUE SKY,
USUAL FRIENDS ARE BIRDS, RABBITS AND BEES.
ALWAYS I HAVE TO STAY ALERT,
MY HUNGRY ENEMIES HUNT MOSTLY AT NIGHT.
MANY TIMES HAVE I BEEN SAVED, BY
MY SHARP ANTLERS, AND SPEED OF FLIGHT.
THE WOLF AND THE GRIZZLY BEAR,
WOULD LOVE TO MAKE ME THEIR MEAL.
THE LYNX AND THE MOUNTAIN LION,
THIS DEERS’ LIFE, THEY’D LIKE TO STEAL.
NOW I WATCH THE SUN SLOWLY RISE,
ANOTHER NIGHT HAS PASSED IN PEACE.
THE BIRDS BRING IN THE NEW DAY,
MOST OF MY FEARS CAN NOW CEASE.
SUDDENLY, I SEE THE DREADED “MAN”,
HIS THUNDERSTICK OF DEATH BOOMS.
I LEAP TO THE SIDE, OUT OF SIGHT,
KNOWING, I HAVE ESCAPED CERTAIN DOOM.
1995 BY WAYNE J. WAGAR
