He stands there so still,
Entering the meadow cautiously.
He watches for a move,
For a sound.
If he sees you
He'll start running.
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PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
Stag
He stands there so still,
Entering the meadow cautiously.
He watches for a move,
For a sound.
If he sees you
He'll start running.
