Winter Wildlife Confusion

That morning I saw a lone deer

standing statuesque

and gazing at a field of snow.

I glanced away to other mundane chores,

looked back and back again

to find her still unmoving,

shocked and staring.

“Where is that grassy field I knew just yesterday?” 

she seemed to ask.

“What is this sea of white?”

And as I ate a quiet breakfast and sipped my tea 

I realized hunger was the poor deer’s plight,

for there she stood shocked and wondering

what to do or where to be

until resigned she turned and walked back

into the forest.

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