Peg's Poetry

Belle Esprit

After sunset we took a walk
It was pretty dark so we couldn’t gawk
We came to a bend and heard a snap
Not loud like a big bear trap.

It was the sound of a tree branch breaking
In the dark forest it had me quaking.
Then the dried leaves gave a rustle
We stood still no need to hustle.

Because we could see only a form gently move
And look our way but did not us pursue
Then Peter uttered as softly as could be
“It’s a deer! Look”  But if baffled me.

Because from out of nowhere it materialized
It caught us off guard; a wonderful surprise
It’s path seemed to parallel ours for a moment
And then in an instant another development.

It darted through campsites of those around
But they did not notice, nor saw it bound
Back into the dark forest to retreat
The silent form of a deer: Belle Esprit!