Deer Is The Word

I went to the moon room

Meeleirrek wasn’t there

Just the scent of her perfume

A strand of long hair,

I looked through the portal

She was long gone

On another adventure

Left a smile and a song,

So I went to the attic

To an untuned guitar

Played with some music

I found in a jar,

Saw a wild rabbit

Out on the lawn

Having a green lunch

With a beautiful swan,

There’s a food shortage coming

They said as they dined

We’d better be hiding

Some humans aren’t blind,

There’s a love shortage rabbit

Said the beautiful bird

That’s why the deer

The deer workout’s the word.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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