Deer Me

The storms have passed. Can you see?

The joy return in me? I jump and swirl.

Run back and forth. Chase my brother to the woods!

The storms have passed. The eatens good.

I dance and prance. Run with joy.

The storms have passed. Deer. Deer, me.

My antlers are no longer on my head.

Yet I stand proud to protect the herd.

Out front while they kick and play.

The storms have passed. We’ll eat today.

Celebration has calmed down.

We all start to eat and stand around.

Calmed for now, but soon we’ll be

Jumping for joy. Deer, deer, me.