Red deer at dawn that come our way,
Quick and sleek and nimble, nibbling;
Drifting fog is weaving morning magic
Beyond the ruined castle by the lake.
Sensing there is someone somewhere,
On red alert their heads are raised;
Silently they fade away like daybreak,
Disappearing through the lakeside reeds.
Matt Mooney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-deer/
