16 Mar 2021 Shadow Puppet Poetry
The Stag
A Poem, by Debbie
Antlers branching out, ready for the next bout!
I feel pride with every stride, don’t feel the need to hide.
My silhouette on a misty morning gets me spotted by a yawning walker.
Grazing, lazing in the sun, are my favourite things to do. But you will find me standing high taking in the view!
My senses, such as hearing, are always on alert but you will never catch me once I reach the outskirts.
I find a clearing, it’s so endearing. A beautiful oak tree stands so tall. A river running through, I step in, better not fall.
Darkness begins to creep in, the moon shines so bright. Can see so deep into the creek.
My reflection, such perfection. A female doe will always know that I will always be her beau!
Forgive me, I’m weary, my eyes ever so bleary.
Must sit down and rest, got to look my best!
My eyes are slowly closing but only for dozing!
Will stay here for the night, it feels so right.
Goodnight.