Watching the Deer

He stares off
towards the sunset 
eyeing the view
of the deer. 

He yearns to bound,
an anxious whimper
escapes his throat; then
a snort. 

He tugs—
                   the leash—
                                        tight. 

A Deer whistles,
bouncing through the 
thick brush
into the edge of the woods. 

Others follow. 

He watches, never tiring,
the deer—perked ears,
Curious eyes
staring off towards the sunset. 

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Author: Angellus1325

I'm a little weird. I'm sad I didn't get to take advantage of being a kid in the 90's. But I'm a big believer in Jesus.

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