November 6, 2009.

Take a step out your door, look at the world and realize that animals aren’t all that bad.

The refrain of a song led me to express it in colour. The song springs from an epic.

The message; It is better to be contented with what we have. Lusting after the golden deer may elude us to misery. By letting ourselves into this gamble we’ll end up losing the little we possess.

A poem.

This is a short two minute poem I randomly thought up.

My Family has hunted white tail deer for many generations here in Northern Michigan and it is a kind of family rite of passage. Bringing in the younger Boys and girls into the hunting side of a family function. When they have reached the legal age to hunt. Every year we have done this to help the family to bond together and fill the families freezers with fresh meat for the year. For the most part we would hunt local this would give us an edeg for we new the land vary well and how the winds would travle across it.this is a story about one of my hunts that almost cost me my life.

Deer haiku.

It follows structure perfectly. =)

Poem featuring a forest owl, a deer and a skunk.

I show you some pictures of some deer I found in my backyard.