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The Deer DanceThe deer dance. Every move... so elegant and graceful. Their features... so finely sculpted... so delicate... Their long slender legs... big brown eyes... Sleek-muzzled, big-eared... The deer dance. When they run, they fly over the ground... Bounding and jumping, with the wolves at their heels... with the cross-hairs on their hearts... The deer dance... The stags with their proud antlers cutting through the air... The little spotted fawns hiding in the thick brush... undetectable... The deer dance. The mule deer... the white-tailed deer... The red deer... the roe deer... They all dance... Running, jumping... bounding, leaping... In fear, in battle... The fawns, does, and stags... The deer dance. On perfect little hooves they dance... From birth to death, in golden Autumn meadows... of fine yellow grass... The deer dance. - Copyright by Sloane J. 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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