The birds crow a weeping meody, trees clean of leaves The grass is brown in this winter freeze But in the distance, there is a deer Beautiful but skittish, if you go too near Still in silence, camouflaged in brown Eating the dead grass, with its head down So we flock to the window, to see it graze Because a deer is here, and we’re amazed The spots on its back, match the falling snow Blissfully unaware, it’s putting on a show Its antlers are outlined, by the big white sky As we watch we don’t notice, time pass by Because though this chill, can ice the soul A deer is out, on a winter stroll It’s grey in January, and thaw isn’t near, Except for when, there is a deer