Red deer at dawn that come our way, <br />Quick and sleek and nimble, nibbling; <br />Drifting fog is weaving morning magic <br />Beyond the ruined castle by the lake. <br /> <br />Sensing there is someone somewhere, <br />On red alert their heads are raised; <br />Silently they fade away like daybreak, <br />Disappearing through the lakeside reeds.<br /><br />Matt Mooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-deer/
