deer+poem20

=//__**morning light with a buck**__//= = =

In the early dim morning light while we cursed down the rode I saw a buck looking at the load.
The load of cars at were driving down the road It was hard to spot the buck because I had to dock since he was on a big hill I could here the whoosh of grass cause of the cars moving bey the wind wiped my face as we paced by But why was the buck alone there was not even fown or a herd standing bey his side I felt sad and bad for the big huge buck In the early dim morning light while we cursed down the rode I saw a buck looking at the load