There is movement in the bushes
Stirring the cricket's song
There stands a creature between the pines
Distinguished by the gleam of the moon
There is a clear sense of curiosity,
Although embedded in a courtesy
It flicks with an ear, and a firefly flees
Breaking the stillness
It blinks two times, as if a question
But who understands a such one?
It wants you to stay,
If you are a friend?
He has brought company along
Wondrous, yet on their alert
He never walks alone, nor anyone near him
For he sighs in bliss, the serenity embodied
He doesn't know his origin,
But perhaps it's for the best
A question hangs in the air continually
Patiently awaiting its reply
A single gaze is given, and all is therein
This night was not so eerie after all
A bow from the buck,
Glowing is his name.