Among the mountains way
out west
it’s here the mule deer
likes it best.
In summertime they need to
forage,
and eat a lot for winter
storage,
for when the snow begins
to come
their dinner time may be
most glum:
they could be left to chew
a twig
or face the need to paw
and dig!
Like most deer they are
gregarious,
and do not find a herd
nefarious,
but a family bunch of
friends,
where each and everyone
depends
on help from all against
their foes,
which protects the fawns
and does.
They do not run and do not
trot,
but have a leap that’s
called a slot,
and know a trick that
makes us smile--
they wag those ears with
lots of style!
