Oh Where oh Where can the Deer writers be?
Oh where oh where can the herd be,
With their scenarios
And fantasy bios

Oh where oh where can they be


Did someone find a secret door to the deer library in the pit?
Everyone sitting on top of the trees again?
Hiding in the sycamores where the blue flowers grow?

American deer say take cover Hart Hall EXPLOSIONS

Addendum

Hark upon the return to the forest of academia who should appear but the ancient of ancients classical piano deer whose movements blew fresh winds through the forest hall glen. It curled into the hollow tree classroom to cleanse all and scoop up those who had fought the good fight. Swooping to take care of widowed classical deer fawn he began to reformat the classical deer musicians in ways that will help. Thankful for the help from the Endless Forest that finally after long years opened the realm to his wisdom he obtained the Wicked Wicked concert master and began to reset the community to what it once was. Carnegie Hall deer ready to serve their communities in all the niches and ways community embedded musicians do. The ancient of ancient deer has visited many glens globally including the origin point of Endless Forest and then off to the tower where wine brooks flow... https://vimeo.com/158434999 and he took up community embedded deer to teach them how to watch over that which he set right https://www.houstonsymphony.org/about-us/community-musicians/

Field and forest appeared in the halls of academia last week. Elder deer with their ancient skull smiles came out of orchestra to take a fawn classical pianist under their wing to protect from the cold fog bellowing from some stump lectern by those who think they lead but really bully. Banned from Endless Forest classical deer fawn had an assignment she bravely went to without hesitation. Later deer gathered in small groups to discern the needs. Good thing since the Wicked Orchestra game began that day. Sitting in the glen as a group in the hollow of what once was a classroom became a large tree. An exotic blonde haired Asian Afro deer entered the room called Vashtic and pentatoniced us all. The devil wind went round and swayed the high pitched female deer but not the men except for the head musician deer who gravitated to the high pitched deers and began to instruct in a manner we all knew would be the end of the endless forest. Stalking the mother mid voice deer they finally managed to trap her into a parrot routine on a Hallelujah. She turned a circle in place to dislodge the offending pentatonic spell then stepped off the small ledge the high pitched deer had demanded earlier she join with them by a single step forward. Before her hoof hit the ground two ancient male deer stood beside her as a third male deer barked and then spelled the head musician deer who suddenly dismissed the deer chorus. The ancient male deer grinned that special smile known so well and with a come hither curve of the head toward the door she followed as the Django deer singing softly a jazz tune as they passed back into the glen hallway. They stepped into the next hollow tree to check on the director deer of french creamy brown coffee color splashing his stick rod in and out to white hat the orchestra as the evil concertmaster deer in all his blackness continue to poof grrreman sludge at us.

Ever changing winsome Django deer has a name in that means "I awake". To what depends on the part of the forest its ever prancing feet twirl on as it goes about its way checking the graphic messages in the trees bark. Left there by ancients as a way to suggest or invite the Django deer frolics along reading the bark paragraphs and then implements. Django deer finds the hidden places of abstract forest, and the unfinished symphonies of sound and sight. Django deer finishes such with a sit, a twirl, slide or roll. Like a improvised jazz tune above a framework of contemporary classical (Ola Gjeilo choir
versuib https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjf4i-WU7jE or visual version https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J99pF91b5fQ) it does so with those boundaries in place but ignores the rules created by those who simply create that to dominate and not help. In the tall grass that sways unlike the other places like spaghetti thrown against a solid surface it transforms to an entanglement with no beginning or end just intersection after intersection all going on at the same time. Or if preferred a goo manga one piece where Django deer becomes most engaged and then disengages to what it roll across forest like a gust of wine. What lies beneath all that visual ecstasy becomes a web framework where Django deer walks on the gossamer threads of Python computer language with its for loop fully in place making timezones merge into a seamless piece of script that answers what time is it? Well it is Django deer time...endlessly

The forest's gentle rains almost make a person forget that catastrophic and cataclysmic events exist outside the boundaries of the forest. Wondering around the giant flowers and mushrooms that sprout during that time almost has an "Alice in Wonderland" quality. Instead of a queen or other royals who always want to fight you just bump into another deer. How you bump becomes entirely up to you such as swaying with the breeze, rearing up and paw clapping with another, rolling on the ground in a giggle fit, neck entwining and the dancing. Red and yellow palettes think they have it made and rule. They do catch the eye's attention for moments. One blue green storm rolls in after another and it washes all that away entirely. You become left with a lovely landscape with plants proliferating , propagating, and beckoning for the fauna to come back and play. For a time like the deer the others all help each other. Fresh and restarted. Then slowly that red yellow palette creeps back in and tries to dominate. All the while blue and green waits to wash it away again. Yellow and red need to learn some balance. Blue and green does balance all the time. Walk down the stream, go through the rock and the deer becomes red which came from blue water, transitioned and stands on green grass with green trees nearby and a blue sky. Eventually poof back to deer skin. An experience ... so what will you all do with your red moment...

“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
? Frank Herbert

The deer in Sherwood Forest, Kent and along the east coast of Brittany watched as Viking ships landed in Sutton Hoo, near Woodbridge, Suffolk. The site of two 6th- and early 7th-century cemeteries showed helmets with animal icons firmly engraved into their stellar metals.. One cemetery contained an undisturbed ship-burial, including a wealth of Anglo-Saxon artifacts but along with that came Vikings with boat full of kitties. Vikings gave kitty gifts to the locals. The first pillage involved skipping the village and going straight for the wealth of the church. The villages let them do it 100 years. Then back in Scandinavia the land ran out and young men had no place to go except the sea. They landed back in Brittany except this time they became merchants, traders, and married local women. The deer watched carefully. To be chased by a set of Scandinavians seemed a problem. Alas when they came instead of eating the deer they followed and learned their ways. As time rolled by Scandinavians married well and became part of the royal family. The lands the precious deer lived on the royalty became their protectors and played along with them enjoying all the forest had to offer. Improving the properties lead to many delights and the royals had a place to hide from other royals who wished to take that which was not theirs. The deer knew all the hidden places that no one can find. They would take them there for frolicking and fancy. The sound of water, wind, and deer snorts and bellows filled the royal's head making them laugh. The play in sunbeams, in the ancient trees, grass, and stone put the royals in touch with the shires they once played in as children. Sutton Hoo royalty rose and fell but they learned many lessons from the deer. They remained in the royal positions in ways that deer had taught. There but unnoticed until needed.

Exploring every inch of the forest flora and fauna results in finding netherworld areas. Dip into the waterfall mother stone at the end of the ravine and sit within her ample girth the ground drops away. Suddenly the forest becomes surreal with flowers inside the stone and jutting inky blackness hinting at what lies beneath. Play in the pond in the corner nearest the ancient tree and a mirror pond appears ..... ground sky water and a mixed repeat. Need sinking sand head to to the playground. Near the diagonal large stone a set of chakra stones form a semi circle. Get in the middle and sit. Only your antlers appear above ground and the birds flock to you. Another surreal scene with mixture of sky, soil and you see the bottom of the chakra stone above. The platform part of the playground rocks a nearby tree reaches to the sky. Drop down by it and turn to the playground. With deer butt on the rock sit. A deer cave appears with birds flying past and you in the underground. Over by the stone bridge drop underneath. Get to the edge of the masonry and again a hidden world appears. This remains more difficult since one step and you become a frog and the hidden world of surrealism disappears. Walk on those edges. Those boundary lines and see how far those other worlds go or do.

After midnight the full moon touched the clouds in the sky making that shimmering glow that halos down to earth. Across the forest as it danced on each leaf it left a smokey grayness that felt more welcoming than the inky black of most nights. In these semi-shadows the squirrels continued frolicking across the wild flowers and grass. Raising up one would spy their chubby cheek enjoying some treasured morsel they had found. The whisper of dragon wings fluttering near the pond hummed a nature tune only they can make and many a deer came to commune with the winds so generated. Spring had come and now began to transition to summer. The fawns cuddling with their new found playmates would soon become grown and dance in the fall with the adults. First they had to discover all the forest had to offer. Secrets for those with observant eyes would appear in the bark of the trees. Figures dancing, crying, laughing or fighting.---humans. All lessons to become learned while nibbling. The scenes gave warning to possible intrusions or forgotten closures. Many wondered when a deer left and did not return if humans had some how lured them away. For the longest time flying deer has ruled in a playful way. Some even sat high in the trees watching the days go by and then suddenly drop down in the middle of some playful excursion. Never to destroy but to add to. Then in a coordinated fashion the group would fall on their backs giggling nearly endlessly at their prank. In moments run off to find a another tree haven. First for a bit of flying around over the pond and a visit to the ruins so sit on top of some column like a gargoyle but much handsomer or gorgeous than that. All practiced up for the fall when the deer came in teams by the graveyard and did the fights to acquisition recent deer joining the herd in the past year. Suddenly you were picked for one of the ancients herds who knew all the forest had to offer.