The deer was in the forest
He held his head up high
Looking up above
Into the deep dark starry sky
He stamped his feet in rhythm
To the sound of the waterfall
Hearing in the distance
A quiet whispered call
The mysical trees were talking
Of things been and gone
And he lay there listening
Ears twitching, hearing their song
Hope you like it, dedicated to Custard and onyxsoulclaw
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