Beth stood in Deer Park

Watching a deer go by

And wondering why

He didn’t come close by

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He was a lovely deer

With white antlers

Flanked by trees

That provided

For quite a camouflage

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Becoming thirsty

She knelt beside a pond

To take sips from the running stream

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It was then she realized 

That the deer had fled for dear life

For there was a hunter on his trail

That seemed to be out of sight

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Looking up, there she saw

What was

Someone wrestling with this deer

Which was struggling

For its dear life

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“Dear, oh dear,” she cried

“That deer is my delight”

The hunter smiled

Brushing her aside, saying

“It’s dinner for me tonight”

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