Wandering through the woods one night, <br />I stumbled upon a most magnificent sight: <br />Across my path, there suddenly cantered <br />A pure white stag with tall, silver antlers. <br /> <br />Under the pale moon's milky white glow, <br />The stag's fur coat shone as white as snow. <br />His two eyes shone as dark as the night; <br />Reflected in them, the moon's silver light. <br /> <br />I found the stag drinking beside a pool; <br />Savouring the water, so fresh and cool. <br />Standing beneath the trees of pine, <br />This creature was of such regal design. <br /> <br />Every so often, the stag gazed around, <br />Listening out for the slightest sound; <br />I think that he sensed my presence there, <br />As he looked around and sniffed the air. <br /> <br />I stood watching the stag in total awe: <br />Such a creature, I had not seen before. <br />The stag was so special and so rare; <br />I couldn't help but stand and stare. <br /> <br />Having drunk his fill, the stag moved on, <br />And, all too soon, the creature was gone. <br />I will never forget that moonlit night: <br />That majestic stag - Wow! What a sight!<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-stag-2/
