Musings by The Poet Loriet
Deer In The Headlights
You make me feel like a criminal.
I'm always doing the wrong thing
and you run away
like a spooked wild animal
that can't be tamed.
I hold out a handful
of sugar cubes
to lure you in,
but at any sudden loud noise,
you're galloping through the fields,
wind in your hair,
adrenaline spurring you on.
I don't think I have the patience
to tame you, my deer.
You're such a beautiful creature.
I wish you'd learn
to walk along the road
with the poised grace
of a man who stays.
Lori Beal
I'm always doing the wrong thing
and you run away
like a spooked wild animal
that can't be tamed.
I hold out a handful
of sugar cubes
to lure you in,
but at any sudden loud noise,
you're galloping through the fields,
wind in your hair,
adrenaline spurring you on.
I don't think I have the patience
to tame you, my deer.
You're such a beautiful creature.
I wish you'd learn
to walk along the road
with the poised grace
of a man who stays.
Lori Beal
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Deer In The Headlights
Deer In The Headlights
