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.


The End

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