Soft twitters all aflutter
Bouncing off the rockside, scatter
Tapping hooves, clicking like fire
Silvern eyes with playless desires

Burning, scorching woodless trails
Dusty sheddings wafting, flails
Stature high of grass and stone
The deer is tall, the deer is grown

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Off the top of my head.

Yeah, today should be the day my fawn turns into a stag/doe, but...nothing seems to be happening.

Oh well :/

It's the one thing I'm looking forward to that I know of when it will happen XD;

Because I don't know when I'll be able to communicate with other deer :/ If I'll ever be able to.