As I made camp by an old lake pier,
I chanced to see a white tailed deer.
She stepped gently among the reeds
And nibbled on the cat tail seeds
I pitched my tent and hid inside.
She lifted her regal head with pride
I watched intently, awe inspired.
I sat for an hour, yet never tired.
This scene was heaven sent
No sound did the silence rent
Never an hour was better spent.