Her brown eyes peek
through leaves cautiously.
Sudden movement frightened
her into this forest hiding place.
Instincts tell her to run;
but curiosity keeps her frozen,
blending in with the scene.
Silent as a whisper,
sinew shivering.
Thank you Tai, the doe is my totem so I describe her often. I just posted it today so I'm not sure why you think players don't like it. Joyce
Nice description Joyce...hope there is nothing wrong with this poem, because I give you 10 and some players don't like it apparently! HRTai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so gentle, so fragile, beautiful! , really! and I enjoyed the style Love Duncan XXX