The Deer Poem by Olivia Leichtnam

The Deer



Big, Strong,
Beautiful, mysterious
As I bound through the bountiful trees
With the leaves falling around me like little skydivers
as I look for my fawn
I remember that I have none
because the car
because of the instinct to freeze
instead of flee
my fawn is dead
but I am a deer,
and that is that.

Thursday, October 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,animals,wildlife
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem for my 7th grade English class, and I really enjoy it.
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