The Deer

The place was dark, was dreary and

too sad;

At night the trees told stories to the sky

too loud, 

The big black owl flew its cry through the air full of 

too much loneliness

and then there's the deer

with its deer eyes

so wide                              

so full of seas and many alands;

the deer's eyes, the fire's ambers

dancing late at night through the 

forest's heart.

I looked for the deer's eyes

so I could feel alone and

too sad

no more.