Deer

by Brian Buswell - Not entered

THE DEER
 


The antlers were tall
The night was almost grey
I creep up on them all day long
I found were they lay
I watched them for hours
Until night fell
Then I decided I would shot one,
As dead as a nail

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Date created: 1997-06-10 13:51:02
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:32
Poem ID: 47397

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