I Am Deer Poem by Jennifer Parks

Darkness closes in as the forest trees tower above me.
The last beams of sunlight come in spots to color
and play with the grass and leaves.
I run swiftly through the forest,
never making a sound at all.
I am trying to escape the Predator
that has been stalking me since early fall.
I come to the edge of an open field
and pause to smell the air.
I can smell his musky Human scent
and the smell of used gunpowder.
I cross the field cautiously, yet desperately,
seeking a place to hide.
Again, I reach the forest land. I come to a ravine
and I leap across to the other side.
I am an animal of the wild
one that is hunted and maimed.
Some humans even try to keep us, although,
at heart we can never be tamed.

I AM DEER.