Wandering through the woods one night,
I stumbled upon a most magnificent sight:
Across my path, there suddenly cantered
A pure white stag with tall, silver antlers.
Under the pale moon's milky white glow,
The stag's fur coat shone as white as snow.
His two eyes shone as dark as the night;
Reflected in them, the moon's silver light.
I found the stag drinking beside a pool;
Savouring the water, so fresh and cool.
Standing beneath the trees of pine,
This creature was of such regal design.
Every so often, the stag gazed around,
Listening out for the slightest sound;
I think that he sensed my presence there,
As he looked around and sniffed the air.
I stood watching the stag in total awe:
Such a creature, I had not seen before.
The stag was so special and so rare;
I couldn't help but stand and stare.
Having drunk his fill, the stag moved on,
And, all too soon, the creature was gone.
I will never forget that moonlit night:
That majestic stag - Wow! What a sight!
Great poem Angela, could picture the scene whilst reading. Very well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! You drew me into the scene. Very well written!