Two young deer feed near,
Coated in thick dirt color,
Feeding on flourishing green grass,
So green it hurts to look at.
Alert eyes, never relaxing,
Even I intended no harm
Big legs will send them racing -
Movement their alarm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it. I'm a sucker for stories and poems about animals. I have a few of my own. My favorite deer poem is 'Silent Sentinel'.