The Flight

Stepping quietly over the brook,
She sniffs the air for a sign;
Nibling the blades of dew-sweetened grass,
She then looks up to the sky.

The flight of birds tell her danger is near,
So she looks for a place to hide;
Her movements are quick as she startles at sounds,
Her heart near explodes inside.

Her feet fly fast as a speeding bullet,
Her eyes dart this way and that;
The hedge she calls home around the next bend,
She shall make it home tonight.

To home she flies faster than ever before,
Then she shoots for the clearing ahead;
All the way back to her soft, warm bed,
She knows she'll be safe for the presesnt.

The flight of the deer has ended,
And we look upon her with joy;
There she lays with her two small fawns,
Home is the place she belongs.


This was a project for my writing course last year. Hope you like it. I had fun with it. =)