General Poetry posted July 9, 2018


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A doe and her son flee to greener pastures

Deer Heaven

by Pamusart

I feel the warmth of glowing dawn
there's wonder in a newborn fawn
His mother cries with so much gloom
as he's ejected from her womb
She wants to hide her infant son;
without tall grass his life is done
The farmer living off this field
has planted here for higher yield

He cleared the weeds with poison spray
and mowed the rest just yesterday
She tries to think where they could go
and starts to follow morning's glow
A scarecrow's hanging over there
He's safe from wolves; they wouldn't dare
The farmer's dogs would start to bark
A gun can kill in light or dark

His mom's a genius to have found
a place to stash him on the ground
Her milk is good and he grows fast;
small antlers form; he now needs grass
He follows mom to tasteless stalks;
but he's too young for longer walks
He runs so fast, he won't be caught
but speed's the only thing he's got

It won't keep guts from rumbling loud;
won't put the rain inside a cloud
If only rain would end the drought
then they would stay and stick it out
The doe's done well; he's still alive
She must ensure that he'll survive
She'll sacrifice so he has food
This year she's lost her ev'ry brood

The twins were killed in early June
A pack of wolves bayed at the moon
Her lifeless fawns were eaten then
and fed to pups inside their den
She has to move away from here
and bring her son; it's very clear
She finds a meadow filled with wheat
and trees of oak with acorn treats

She welcomes gladly each new morn;
there's milk for fawns when they are born
Because huge antlers vanquish foes
her son has serviced all the does
His sire was king of all around
and when he fought it shook the ground
It seems like Heaven, they don't lack
and now their happy strides are back

As mother's milk flows down from taps
contentment grows inside the gaps
No longer does he need to fight
they both just bask within the light
They ride a chariot of gold
and time has stopped; they don't grow old
The sun now shines from deep within
It drops to earth; new day begins





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This painting is my impression of what Heaven would look for deer. It shows a father with his fawn. It is titled Deer Heaven. I wrote this poem to go with it

Habitat loss is a big problem for wildlife. I used to see deer on golf courses since we invaded their territory and they lived there first.

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