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