The doe stood still,
As I slowly walked by that moonlight night,
Her graceful body finely sculptured,
With perfect curves.
The illusion of delicacy created by its simple beauty and symmetry,
A deadly illusion if tested,
For strong of muscle and sharp of hoof,
With razor edges sharpened is she weapon-ed,
Created for either defense or flight,
To a degree perfected beyond man’s simple powers.
A creature wild, apart from our projections of gentle beauty,
Survival its only interest,
Any threat to be fled from or ground down,
Until it is a danger no more.
So with caution tread before this beautiful creature!