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Deer

Cosy, thick fur with snow covering half of the body,
stroking prickly skin while continuous snow falls off,
rough wind blowing back the fur,
gripping onto the skin.

Ears pricked up,
listening to everything,
dusted with a touch of snow.

Never ending devil dark,
fierce floods of eyes,
looking right into you,
with no choice but telling you to leave.

Antlers holding each other up proudly,
as sharp as a sharpened pencil with a pointy tip,
tall as skyscrapers.

As it stood cautiously,
looking into the distance,
it wondered its next adventure would be.

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