Two yearlings in the forest
Separated all their lives
Still in that same wild forest
They learned how to survive

A proud molding buck
And a soon to be wise doe
Shared that same wild forest
But that, they didn’t know

Safe within their boundaries
Content along their runs
They moved to independence
By way of instinct and the sun

Just inside a clearing
On a brisk autumn day
A scented breeze of misty musk
Passed by this young bucks way

Unlike any other
This aroma turned his tail
When he gazed his eyes upon her
Cupids’ arrow did impale

With puffed out chest and gaitly stride
Two snorts the marriage began
Never to want another
Together to the end

Soon to spawn their yearlings
And start them on their way
To search for their own clearings
On an autumn scented day

12/13/2003