Poem: A Dear Deer Sight

Deer in Shorewood Hills
Photo by Ed Neff

A DEAR DEER SIGHT

  

Oh dear I am happy

That they still are around

Such magical beauty

Such grace so profound

To know we still have

Some of them in our midst

My joy it is boundless

It will not desist

I hope that the gardener

Forgives their real prank

To eat up your tulips

Oh whom can you spank

But oh what they bring us

Some beauty still WILD

It's fast disappearing

Such Joy--like a child

Let's try to protect them

Let's save them some space

Their biggest of foes

Yes-the whole human race

Jean Monce Bryant

March 8, 2015

Inspired by a recent "Wild Creatures" article