Matter Of Perspective Poem by Ima Ryma

Through the woods I did walk one day,
And came to a quite lovely spot.
Upon the grass a deer did lay.
From the perspective I first got,
It was a mighty stag lain there,
With large multi forked antlers that
Reached very high into the air,
Blended in forest habitat.
Then I could not believe my eyes.
Upon the antlers, leaves did sprout.
But moments later, no surprise,
I shifted some, there was no doubt.

Tree limbs did make it look as though
Leafed antlers did grow from the doe.